Category Archives: Makes
This Is Me
This Is Me (2017) by Bliss Carman. It’s an EP as a snapshot. A whole fragment.
Anxiety/Toxicity
Prelude There’s a place I like to visit when ordinariness becomes overwhelming (more so than usual). It’s a concave, open space—a counterpoint to the stubby cylinder, a “coliseum,” that I can’t miss when I look through my window. It’s a
Anxiety/Toxicity
Prelude There’s a place I like to visit when ordinariness becomes overwhelming (more so than usual). It’s a concave, open space—a counterpoint to the stubby cylinder, a “coliseum,” that I can’t miss when I look through my window. It’s a
Four Surfaces
1. 2. 3. 4. This autumn I ghost wrote my own autobiography through the lens of Walter Benjamin’s Arcades Project. The result was not a text but an exhaustive and immutable archive of four surfaces. Above is the digital version
Four Surfaces
1. 2. 3. 4. This autumn I ghost wrote my own autobiography through the lens of Walter Benjamin’s Arcades Project. The result was not a text but an exhaustive and immutable archive of four surfaces. Above is the digital version
WHENWEBUILDAGAIN 