My head feels thick, eyes red-rimmed, and I try to swallow away the slight unpleasant dizziness. These telltale symptoms used to be a comfort, now, they're something else to power through, as I continue lifting each mud-covered boot up and out from the thick, sticky ground and putting it front of me. One at a time. I…
Judge and Jury
I leave the studio laughing, and look over underneath the Korean bodega's awning - an amalgamation of cultures in a place some consider to be the ultimate melting pot. I don't see such unification but a new Berlin wall waving and winding with no discernible trajectory. This concrete boundary is covered with frustrated grafitti in the…
Time's Thievish Progress 