things are frustrating. i prefer my own body and mind. and if my flesh and my eyes refuse to be documented, then so be it: i am the sole witness to the raw art of truth.

I felt embarrassed about my orange. The classroom was so very sterile that even the shadows were a uniformed colorless paste spread in long swoops down the wall. Everything was dim, and my organic orange now was too dimpled and asymmetrical for the place. The peels, I knew, would decompose. And people would look around at me like I was dirty for ( Read more... )

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