Time passes, and usually we change and grow as it does, but sometimes we don’t. A couple of weeks ago, Facebook served me up a memory in the form of a post I’d made on that day in 2013. Here’s what I thought: My 2013 self sounds like an asshole. Here’s what I also thought:Continue reading “Time Passes”
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Kill your darlings
The two rooms in the Renwick Gallery are dimly lit and packed with people, mostly my age and younger, scurrying from one window to the next to shine flashlights through the pane of glass separating these viewers from the gruesome scene on view. The scenes are miniatures, dioramas of unexplained death created more than 60Continue reading “Kill your darlings”