Part of Infinity, Half of Forever
When I was 6 or 7, I had to finish a homework on writing about family pictures. It was the first time I realized the weight of a photo. I...
In an unprecedented year of protests and covid-19, how can we make this maze of history our home? What lights can we cast, where otherwise we might find ourselves becoming unrecognizable? What versions of ourselves can we make and touch where beauty vibrates on the potential of each other? Inside the maze, realizing ourselves with each other, that’s where life.
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