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Dylan knew something was terribly wrong with the world in a way she could not fathom. As a child she had just trusted that things would work out and adults would show her the way. Everything had seemed inevitable and settled until then, but that summer she got acquainted with a new curl of doom that started her belly and spread to her fingers and toes and kept a constant white buzz in the back of her head.


There was a young couple in front of us as we walked to he bridge where the bats emerge. He was much taller than she was, and they were both lean and thin. Sometimes I feel myself fading into the background when I see young people like that. I am only 31, and feel like I missed the bud of youth somehow. I was going crazy and then struggling to survive when I was young. I barely had time to notice my youthful skin. I barely had time to notice anything. Hardly anyone does. I’m trying to notice it all now, and it hurts.


Read Part 1 of Crushed Rubies” here When Mariana was 16 she had seen a therapist who she felt okay to cry around. He told her she was just surviving now, and that she needed to thrive. Years later, she felt like she had never not been surviving. From the people she knew and saw and the books she read, she did not know if there was really any other way. There was sorrow everywhere, so much heartbreak and pain… Read more »


On “Big Edie” Beale’s death bed, her daughter “Little Edie” asked her if there was anything she wanted to say. According to Little Edie, she replied “There’s nothing more to say, it’s all in the film.” In 1975 the Maysles Brothers presented Big and Little Edie Beale to the world with the documenatryGrey Gardens. The Beales were former socialites who had created a world of their own together as impoverished hermits living in squalor with cats and raccoons. Highly educate in the arts, and used to a life of decadence, the Beales carried on for the camera in front of filth and dilapidation as if nothing was wrong. They sang and quarreled and pranced,and relived the past in both a state close to delusion, and a staunch refusal to give up the joy they still had admit dire circumstances. As Little Edie so poetically put it, “It’s very difficult to keep the line between the past and the present.”


The first image I saw of Anna Schuleit’s 2003 art installation project Bloom was a sea of orange tulips, lit up as if they were made of glass, in an old room with an office chair floating among them and an old air conditioner window unit. It was otherworldly and transcendent, and then I read that it was in a mental hospital, and I fell in love with it.

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Celebrated contemporary writer George Saunders’ stories are works of futuristic satire that sting with the dark truth of pessimism, but still have a moving sweetness at their core. Binging on his short stories is like binging on raspberries; they taste like candy, but they are still really good for you. While many of his stories are emotionally moving and infused with a thread of kindness, they are still quite dark. Uplifting isn’t exactly a word I think of when I… Read more »


The initial thrill of leaving was gone, and Mariana was in a highway trance. She felt numb from the driving. Numb in her body, and finally, after weeks of overwhelming emotions, numb in her mind. In her head little scenes from her life played out detachedly, without regret, without longing. She remembered Hunter as he was when she first met him seven years ago. He had aged rapidly, and was already an old man at 27. When he cleaned up and got his hair… Read more »