Sep 08, 2022
On Ghosts, Gender, and Who Gets to Be Believed
Like most women and AFAB people, I’ve been trained from birth to mistrust my perceptions. Then I spent the night in a haunted house.
Like most women and AFAB people, I’ve been trained from birth to mistrust my perceptions. Then I spent the night in a haunted house.
The King William’s College Quiz is notoriously cryptic and uncompromising. For twenty-five years, my friend and I tried to get the perfect score.
We knew ‘Zolar’s Encyclopedia & Dictionary of Dreams’ was absurd. But, as teenagers, we were thrilled by the idea of interpreting the secret symbols of the universe.
Everything present is made of the past—the cities we inhabit and the language we use and the clothes we wear and what they make us feel.
For my father, the slingshot seems to offer a moment of creative flight, a brief escape. It isn’t the solution, but it keeps everything balanced.
All the buildings I walked by each day and thought nothing about now seemed like they contained the answers to questions it hadn’t occurred to me to ask.
Sea sponges lack heart, lungs, and the ability to move. They perform their ancient tasks because they must.
Most time capsules are enclosed underground, but this one faces the world.
The end is always near. How do we challenge finality in our daily lives and in our art?
Zebras and tigers, candy canes and barber poles, bumblebees on awnings!
