From Ghost Stories, by Sarah Maxwell.
From Hanif Abdurraqib’s They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us. The demand is simple: no one gets to speak the name of my city without first knowing it as I have. The interior of the land is always layered. Yes, sometimes with blood, but sometimes with bodies marching, with bodies moving, with bodies floodedContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE”
Lewis Miller, photos via Gothamist/Instagram.
By Francis Vallejo.
By Frank Moth (portfolio).
Dandelions, a wish processing facility at the Laguna Bell Substation by the Art Department (via Hyperallergic).
From Jialung Deng‘s A Silent Room.
Anuj Shrestha, Syrian Refugee Project comics (more here).
Victor Tkachenko, via Jocelyn K. Glei.
Matt Jones in the Southern Review, via Longreads. While the U.S.S.R. eventually won the space race in 1961 by sending Yuri Gagarin into orbit, the Americans stole the show again on July 16, 1969, when NASA launched a Saturn V rocket from the Kennedy Space Center in Merritt Island, Florida. Four days and nearly 240,000Continue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY ONE”
The Lie Generator, by Alex Petrowsky (for Wired).
Joan Didion on self-respect in Vogue (also in Slouching Towards Bethlehem). “Although to be driven back upon oneself is an uneasy affair at best, rather like trying to cross a border with borrowed credentials, it seems to me now the one condition necessary to the beginnings of real self-respect. Most of our platitudes notwithstanding, self-deceptionContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE”
James Baldwin in the Paris Review. You want to write a sentence as clean as a bone. That is the goal. … Talent is insignificant. I know a lot of talented ruins. Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck, but, most of all, endurance.
From KangHee Kim‘s Street Errands.
Nick Cave on grief, via Austin Kleon. I feel the presence of my son, all around, but he may not be there. I hear him talk to me, parent me, guide me, though he may not be there. He visits Susie in her sleep regularly, speaks to her, comforts her, but he may not beContinue reading “FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SIX”