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Messages from Pigeons, and Three Days of Collapse…
Messages from Pigeons {image description: A five-foot tall watercolour painting of a pigeon, cut-out in the shape of the bird and laminated to protect the image. The happy pigeon is ziptied to the outside of a chainlink schoolyard fence and … Continue reading
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Daffodils and Strange Persistence: Crip City Walks, Pandemic Feelings, & Signs of Ever-Unknown Futures
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What I Was Thinking About the Day Elizabeth Wurtzel Died
{content notes: death, grief, porn} The night before, I’d taken my bedtime meds, plus an extra half of a sleeping pill, at 8PM, in the second night’s attempt to rapidly-ish reset my body-clock to awaken in the morning. I hoped … Continue reading
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