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These memories keep me up at night, eat me up inside. The fireflies in my jar have flickered out the last of their light.
Written in 31 pieces during her 31st year, this essay attempts to address a series of anxieties about place by collecting every ticket stub received by the author in 2015.
All that is important is this one moment in movement. Make the moment important, vital, and worth living. Do not let it slip away unnoticed and unused. – Martha Graham
The Guerrilla Girls introduced me to a different kind of conversation about art…
What accounts for my fascination with gloves? I haven’t found the answer, but I was glad to learn recently that I’m not alone.