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Confinement
Running Alone, Together - New York Review of Books
Habitation, Habitudes
Roommates: The creative and sometimes cramped ways people live together - California Sunday
Critique
What Alexander Caulder Understood about Joy - The Atlantic
From What I'm Reading
- I am twenty-eight years old, 5ft 4in tall, 112 lbs. I am handsome at exactly three angles and deadly from everywhere else. I am writing to you from inside a body that used to be yours. which is to say, I am writing as a son.
If we are lucky, the end of the sentence is where we might begin. If we are lucky, something is passed on, another alphabet written in the blood, sinew, and neuron; ancestors charging their in with the silent propulsion to fly south, to turn toward the place in the narrative no one was meant to outlast.
On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, by Ocean Vuong
Funnies
From The New Yorker.