Archive for February, 2010

I had never really thought of contacts as anything but as vehicles of sight. But lately, I’ve begun to think of them as tiny, gelatinous states of the personal unions. I use the two-week disposable kind, and I order three months’ worth at a time. That’s the smallest bulk-amount the company will let you buy,... »

Photo by Deborah Stokol. Bilbao, Spain, 2007. »

I’ve got a lot of figurines. Stuff to which I’ve ascribed certain characteristics (but I do that to everything). I bought this beautiful cloisonne owl in an antique shop in Montreal. Pretty cool place–the city and the store. I saw the owl and thought “how awesome. it’s black and red on one side, yellow and white... »

The truth was, she couldn’t really imagine what it would feel like to be them. The truth truth was, she didn’t really want to. In a fit of fleeting empathy, she’d tried, she’d tried to close her eyes, put stoppers in her ears, refrain from what her fourth grade teacher once called “verbalization.” It... »