A piece that I still have in my wardrobe now is a white t-shirt with a large yellow Three Eyed Face (by artist, Keith Haring) printed on the front. This...
From the time when I reached ten, maybe thirteen, the walls of our apartment only grew thicker, or maybe they caved in on themselves, I don’t know. I learned how...
It was the worst because it was humid and I was sweating incessantly, the best because he reached out to brush strands of hair off my sweaty shoulder, twice.
A wildlife documentary was put on once, and pink flamingos bustled across the homeroom blackboard that morning. The glow of the overhead projection made the dim air tremble. Sir David...
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