The change in weather causes everyone to consider some sort of unconscious human hibernation.
“Have my nails stopped growing?”, he wonders.
outside anish kapoor’s whorl at the kochi biennale, a ship tries to push its way (rather effectively) into our group photo.
you’d think she was fast asleep (my grandma) but then from the corner of your eye, you’d see her foot move to the beat. she loved it all, from country to hiphop. asleep or awake, her foot would always be knocking. big kiss nana, rock it with st peter.