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… a steel plate on the street equaled peace or nostalgia? The company that installed it, Halcyon Construction, is based in … practically inseparable. Then one day Ceyx sailed off and died in a shipwreck, and in her grief Alcyone tried to drown … ghosts are holes with “intentions, a sensibility, morals … an absent being amidst present beings.” Like the gaps …
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… the face, only the edges of eyes and lips are visible. In 1926, Brancusi sculpted Bird in Space and shipped it to the … interpret.” Interpretation resists regulation: Sanctions become possibilities. If (after David Graeber) bureaucracy … measures the spread by opening his own arms, their bodies pressed together, their faces nearly touching. Once, I …
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… buildings, collecting like water, concentrating as the sun dies. Dozens of them, chained fast under the pretense of … like this.” 4. “I live right here,” Nathan says and points up two floors. “The light and sound come in my … Hook’s 1991 crime tally: twenty-one murders, ten rapes, 526 robberies, and 364 assaults. Michael H. points to a tree …
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… said she would buy the flowers herself (the Dalloway meme come nearly full circle), walking out with a mask and gloves … news from a list compiled in a weekly review: “A woman who died alone in a nursing home recorded over 40 messages on an … Yo-Yo Ma’s videos on Twitter, playing what he calls #SongsOfComfort. But also a more ordinary happiness. A delicious, …
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… the proxy conflicts of the Cold War, started here, when the communists came out of the mountain and attacked the police … This is living mystically.” In the ancient agora, Galena points out a pomegranate tree just across from the shrine of … the pictures. The dispatches are then published on our website, and two are selected for inclusion in each issue of …
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… and intricately patterned abaca cloth on a museum website. Abaca fibers come from Musa textilis , a plant primarily cultivated in … a ship. I run my fingers along one of them, feeling its spirals and striations. Inside of me, something leaps. I give …