St. Angustius at The Fergus Falls State Hospital
Don’t look for a unifying face. Rather, be the air that holds the bird, the dark at the perfected edge of lamplight, an expanding room of locks where disarray prepares itself. At my wedding I wore white, flat as I could be. This, so that later, a defector to the background, I could fool the pez-nerce viewer trying to guess… Read more →