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Another Apocalypse

My dog was dead. My heart was broken. And the sky was on fire.


Out

Prof. Iris Rampling, Director of the academic center and my boss, was on her way home, monochrome in head-to-toe black, bag over her shoulder, perfectly straightened bob of white hair fluttering. She asked me with the efficiency of a woman who is late for her evening gin and tonic if I was uncomfortable by Anthony's attention.


Selvedge

Unseasonal, your habits / Start and cease


Lines in black, yellow and blue.

There Was Never a Beginning or End in the First Place

A sense that something has existed before and that it will continue to exist hereafter — a sense that I will exist forever. These were the emotions that Candy Koh’s works evoked within me when I encountered them for the first time.


Lifeline

It felt for me like so many of mom's habits, hovering, overprotective.