The Breathing Field of Marlon Kroll
I sat in the last row of the bus, watching the scenery dissolve into dusk, each passing moment echoing the temporal experience I’d just…
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The Abject Intimacies of Chris Curreri
I would like to be like water or rather like milk – completely pourable am right now more like stone but like sand or…
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