The kitchen is dimly lit, only illuminated by a lamp in the next room and the incessant flickering of a television. “Whatcha makin’?” the boy’s mother asks from her screen-side perch. The pasta sauce begins to simmer, spitting its contents onto the wall behind the stove. “Bolognese again” he answers, taking another sip of his… Continue Reading Translating Observation | Observation 8 | Noah Hodgson