From Time Release by Ali Shapiro, full comic here.
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FIVE HUNDRED AND ONE
From the Utopian Imagination exhibit, curated by Jaishri Abichandani, plus Lola Flash’s Syzygy I (more here).
FIVE HUNDRED
From Ghost Stories, by Sarah Maxwell.
FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE
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 flooded […]
FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT
Lewis Miller, photos via Gothamist/Instagram.
FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY SEVEN
By Francis Vallejo.
FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY SIX
By Frank Moth (portfolio).
FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE
Dandelions, a wish processing facility at the Laguna Bell Substation by the Art Department (via Hyperallergic).
FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY FOUR
From Jialung Deng‘s A Silent Room.
FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY THREE
Anuj Shrestha, Syrian Refugee Project comics (more here).
FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY TWO
Victor Tkachenko, via Jocelyn K. Glei.
FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY ONE
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 240,000 […]
FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY
The Lie Generator, by Alex Petrowsky (for Wired).
FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE
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-deception […]
FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT
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.
