Selected Writing

 
 
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"In the corner by a bookshelf full of tattered spines stands an old telephone booth in that same shade of faded, forgotten white. The cavity where a payphone had once lived lays open inside it like a wound. She considers entering it for privacy –– or ceremony –– then imagines the countless tourists in peak season, holding tiny devices up to their faces, or gesturing with both hands as shiny cordless buds sit perched in their ears. She cannot help but think how someone from the original era of this room, and such telephone booths, might mistake these people for crazy, talking to their palms or into nothing at all. This absence we equate with modernity."


 Photo by Josh Wool

Photo by Josh Wool


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Photo via The Seventh Wave


 Photo by Spencer Finch via drDOCTOR

Photo by Spencer Finch via drDOCTOR