Shá Cage

Water poured into a vase holds the shape of the vase. So too the vessel of the body holds the strange matter of the soul. It is easy to forget the vessel and think the soul solid. Death is a remembering - where the dissolving vessel can no longer be ignored, and the shapeless soul expands along axes unknown and unknowable.

In the face of the killings and assaults on black lives, a mother is determined to keep her two sons safe once they've moved to a new neighborhood.

A missing hard drive with hundreds of thousands of dollars in cryptocurrency and the issue of trust in the modern era.