Interminably tangled, the escalators wove themselves into a vast network, a great steel octopode either in conflict with […]
Christina Tudor-Sideri
Knowing her debut novel Disembodied was set for a summer release, a few months ago I approached writer […]
after Disembodied I have come to know the dirt thatmakes me undress of its memory—something not even death […]
The secret language of customs and superstitions surrounding funeral processions has always fascinated me. In some parts of […]
A biographical accident. I don’t know what time it is. I don’t know the day, the month, nor […]
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