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She Who Becomes Chair
Exploring the unnaming of a woman inside furniture through a Safwan Dahoul painting
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Diorama of Lemonade Moon
The dollhouse broke beneath the bruise of noon.Somebody painted curtains on the wallsyellow strokes, still wet after a decade.They stuck to my breath as I inhaled them,swallowed the chalky sting of citrus dusk.The moon hung low above the glass orchard,I sat in the crater of a child’s room,where nothing could rot, and so nothing could
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We Say We Want Community — But Do We Really Mean It?
You think you’re gonna overthrow oppressive systems but can’t even maintain a group chat?
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When the Algorithm Wants a Niche and You’re an Entire Mythos
I don’t know how to brand myself as a creative, and I’m done trying.
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