Assembled from the ephemera in my suitcase. Made with letter paper, scissors, glue, and the scanner on my telephone.


Assembled from the ephemera in my suitcase. Made with letter paper, scissors, glue, and the scanner on my telephone.


An ode to Michael Clayton and the giddy renewal before death.
Notes on time and strangeness, plus an hour-long soundtrack for Grace Wang’s photography exhibition.
Revelations and mental rearrangements only seem to occur when I’m not paying attention.