August 6, 2025
- Roy Scranton considers life in a perpetual apocalypse
- Niela Orr profiles Jamaica Kincaid
- Tao Lin shares parts of his college diary
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"This is what I know: She left last night. My mother, Billie Jean Fontaine, stood in our front hallway with a stale cigarette in one hand and her truck keys in the other."
"On Magdalena Mountain, at the base of certain boulders, the winter forage of little rock rabbits, called pikas, lies curing in the sun."
"It was squishy under my feet and at first I thought it was a wad of napkins. But as the crowds cleared, it became obvious. It looked just like me if I’d been made out of cornstalks and had button eyes."