We are almost ready to start closing the windows at night. This time last year I was breaking my ankles Until the drywall gave way.
Someone told me, once, that location always precedes content. That where you are makes who you are. In other words, each space we pass through
A few weekends ago I took a 24-hour trip to New York, and as my Megabus hurtled down 9th Ave, a billboard caught my eye—only
before there were rooms there was no Here or There no spacial frame of referent to section off all of the places we could not