There are things I want to show you, like the empty pause that encircles desire. Or how Klimt knew that a woman bends her neck that far for a kiss only if she really wants it. I want to show you how quiet it gets when you’re in the company of someone who no longer loves you.
We Twitter, Tinder, Tumblr through eternity. Loquacious text messages flit from fingertips, waves of data spill through our skulls. Every cm2 of oxygen overflowing with bank PINs, girls in yoga pants, the frequencies of whale cries. Digital clouds brim with selfies and rain videos on how to cook coconut shrimp. Sepia filtered photographs prowl for […]
Arsenault’s Tobacco Magazines Novelties is closing: everyone has locked arms and is dancing. The Arsenaults have given away flags, trinkets, greeting cards from the ’40s. Everyone dances so that the floor shakes like the floor of a boat while musicians huddle in a corner, hardly noticing the audience, and young men shouldering film cameras as […]