"Lucid and sophisticated.” —The Guardian
“So, the city: is it ours?”
No longer hostage to the vestigial ballast of our former master, we were free to chase whatever fancied our opposable whims.
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When To Fly Away
"The skeleton branches on the trees above us, like the scene was playing on a television and someone was fucking with the tint, the wind blowing shapes around, moving curvy limbs, branches, sticks."
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