25 August 2013
A friend of mine has an absolutely stunning essay up at The Paris Review Daily about loss, her father, & the city of Detroit. Please take a moment to read The Faint, Grey Areas, you won't regret it.
24 August 2013
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03 August 2013
"He had these big sharp claws on his hooves, and sometimes he'd put one up on me. I understood it as the part of our mind where art comes from. And I hoped he wouldn't scratch me with them, because that would really hurt."
-kate greenstreet, young tambling.