Two Boys at a Track Meet - Dominus Owen Markham
It was raining in Frisco, Texas. That’s where this starts. Not with race. Not with politics. Not with the Twitter armies that would spend the next fourteen months turning two teenagers into symbols.
The Sterile Screen - Dominus Owen Markham
A curious thing happens whenever the subject of falling birth rates comes up. Within minutes, economists arrive carrying charts, politicians begin talking about affordability…
The Sterile Screen - Dominus Owen Markham
A curious thing happens whenever the subject of falling birth rates comes up. Within minutes, economists arrive carrying charts, politicians begin talking about affordability…
The World’s Most Expensive Game of “I Wasn’t Touching You”
Somewhere in the rubble of modern geopolitics, someone invented the concept of a ceasefire that doesn’t include the war. It sounds like the punchline to a very dark joke. It isn’t. It’s just April…
The Love Island Ritual Has Begun Again (And It’s Already On Fire)
Every summer, without fail, we do this. We settle in with our snacks, our group chats already buzzing, and we hand our collective attention over to a show that places attractive people in a sun…
The Price of the Skyline - Dominus Owen Markham
You may well know that there is a certain photograph that exists in roughly ten million variations. You’ve seen it. The angle changes slightly but the composition is always the same… a gleaming tower…
I Came Here to Write Fiction… - Dominus Owen Markham
I had a plan. It was a good plan, actually. Modest, considered, the kind of plan that sensible people nod at approvingly. I was going to write fiction. I was going to build worlds on the page…
Dominus Markham
