Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Abolition.

Free Art Books!

Our Ancient Gods, by Saturnino Herrán.

Kayaks on the Klamath.

A humble request.

I was going to rant about how nobody’s letting In Our Bedroom After the War breathe in the shadow of Set Yourself on Fire, but I have work to do, and really, you all probably knew this already, so instead I’ll just ask this: please, please, please stop saying “postmodern” when all you mean is “metatextual.” It’s so 1984.

  Textile help

Perfume garden.

Mononoke Hime.

Parisian chairs.

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