Forget the print — I’d just love to display this block on a shelf.
What a gorgeous little punch in the gut
On ghosting
This gave me chills like four times. I also love how earnest and pure the performers look when they sing.
Nathan Fielder made an actress look into his eyes and tell him that she loved him over and over, until he could feel it. It’s electrifying.
One of the most striking scenes in film that I’ve seen all year was performed in Korean sign language. Watch it in full screen, in a quiet room.
A meditation on the subjunctive, a grammatical form that can express “what happened, what didn’t happen and all that I knew he had desired to happen.”
The way this poem is divided into two columns is very clever.
The powerlessness and power of the Islamic phrase “Inshaallah.” It “requires us to embrace the possibility that we might not realize our hopes, that what we can envision for our lives is paltry in comparison with that which God plans."
Some little things from me
In case you missed it: I interviewed Filipina author Gina Apostol about sex, desire, revolution and the circular endlessness of longing.
sleeping on a futon at the foot of my parents' bed, i fantasized about my dream house