Art Feature by Matthew Felix Sun
The least I can do is to observe, document, and call attention to the ceaseless disasters.
The least I can do is to observe, document, and call attention to the ceaseless disasters.
Growing up in the spaces between place and time changes how you see the world, the awareness that these constructs are malleable.
I want to go back to being a child, when I believed that protecting animals was something I could do.
I know a lot about empty skylines and the land that has become a hollowed belly.
Sometimes I felt an unnameable foreboding—a harbinger that my easy state of grace was beginning to slip away.
The nice thing about magic, from what I could tell as a young reader, was that it gave such an order to existence.
The virus demands a deep imagining of death.
My own porch looked unlived-in, a stage for a performance that had yet to happen.
We didn’t realize the degree to which irrigation saturated our lives until our first trip to the Oregon coast.
Have always in mind that the world is like you dream it.