Nothing Ever Happens

Looking at the as-yet titled works, the fiberglass sculptures, the acrylic drawings, the colored pencil and envelope sketches, I started to wonder at what exact moment did the child die within me. During dinner, I interrupted a conversation about post-graduation plans. To please the parents, one senior set himself upon the elaborate scheme of applying [...]

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