July 17, 2025
- When a book is a house
- Close-reads the promises of A.I. commercials
- John J. Lennon on consuming true crime in prison
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“We run ugly, me and Valentine. Pit-stained t-shirts, thrift shop track shorts, stretched out tube socks. ”
“Barbara was late to the meeting, and she rushed to it directly from her job at the call center. It was only after she settled down in her metal folding chair next to the two new-comers that she noticed the socks under her slacks were mismatched.”