Inkstone Broom
Its abrasiveness (or what you might call asperity) is perfectly calibrated.
Making visible the "aesthetic envelope" that expresses and shapes feeling, belief, and moral conviction.
Its abrasiveness (or what you might call asperity) is perfectly calibrated.
Inside, I didn’t feel pastel or small or minimal.
There were always drugs in the house — because everyone who visited him came bearing gifts.
Pure poetry of title and color.
The suicidal ideation of the Cold War was infectious, and I caught it young.
I never gave that little silver rabbit to my mother.
A talisman steering me clear of the Siren song of fear and indifference.
I wanted to find a dinosaur fossil, badly.
These totems keep me centered and help focus my thoughts when I got driving duty.
Anyone with five cents could buy one, but I didn’t know that at the time.
One of the first machines invented and used primarily by women.
A mysterious relic created by routine, familiarity, and sentimentality.
Its inner workings make me think of it as a miniature Modernist building.
My talisman keeps me vigilant, wary of the complex bait and switch skills of confidence men.