Nonfiction | May 07, 2016
Portals: Cabinets of Curiosity, Reliquaries, and Colonialism
While we worked we uncovered wild garlic and snails and small new prodding flowers. Every material thing here is bound or connected to the past via bloodlines, via deep ruts in the fields, etchings on the surface of earth’s memory that reach deep down under the soil to places we cannot see but surely feel.
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