I think I’m more at home in transience than in places, in liminal spaces like airports and hotels, in traveling and unbeing than in the rooted notion of a country with borders and tags and specific requirements. I’m most at home at home, in my apartment that is almost a non-place in itself, made out…
She has had her heart broken one too many times, but she thinks everyone else has too. She likes making up stories about the people she sees in the subway, walking down the streets, across the park: every one a glimmering heap of broken glass, all shimmer and reflection and piercing edges of beauty and…
