Red Thread

Our bare arms tangle. I don't move away. Neither does she.



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Two people on a large screen.

Individual Collectivity: Scratching at the Moon at ICA Los Angeles

It struck me that the answer to my question, why now, was that California has been, for generations, shaped and influenced by migration from Asia, and the art being produced by people of these diasporas is too great to be overlooked any longer. 


Old Man Burgins

Anyway, there are no windows in this place.


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