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Coyote Hill Road RV

Coyote Hill Road RV

One RV. One of hundreds inΒ Palo Alto. Families living in these things because rent in Disruption Town is no longer a number that makes sense to anyone who actually works for a living. State and city laws say they have to move every 72 hours. Can’t get too comfortable. Can’t put down roots. Keep moving, […]

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Emerson Street Chairs

Emerson Street Chairs

I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society. Henry David Thoreau, Walden Look at this shit. Emerson Street, Palo Alto. A driveway. And in that driveway, a lineup of chairs that looks like someone staged an intervention for ergonomic seating and nobody showed up. They’re just standing […]

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Autumnal Equinox

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer. Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose […]

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Autumnal Equinox
Chocolate Heads Bird’s Eye View

Chocolate Heads Bird’s Eye View

Bodies defying the institutional geometry, movement carving rebellion into all that brutalist concrete and those sterile fluorescent slashes. This is what I’m talking about. This is the escape velocity made flesh. I’m talking about that electric moment when you’re three drinks deep into a conversation that matters, when the music’s so loud it rewires your […]

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September 12, 2019 · Individualism

Andy Goldsworthy Snake River

Andy Goldsworthy Snake River

The man built a wall that refuses to be a wall. It doesn’t keep anything in or out. It just exists, this undulating spine of sandstone crawling through grass and under trees, going nowhere in particular, and that’s exactly the fucking point. It’s not trying to be profound. It’s not begging for your approval. It […]

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Bodies Against the Fall

Bodies Against the Fall

There’s something obscene about freezing a body mid-flight against all that falling water, obscene in the best way, the way that makes you understand why cameras were invented in the first place. Ive got these LINES Ballet dancers, people who’ve turned their spines into questions and their limbs into arguments, and I’ve set them against […]

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Jumping The Broom

Jumping The Broom

I did not just fall in love. I made a parachute jump. Zora Neale Hurston The broom thing, this gorgeous, stolen-back piece of history that slavery couldn’t kill, sitting there at a wedding where half the guests have sleeve tattoos and the other half are wearing dashikis from Ashby flea market, where there’s no church, […]

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