Update on spontaneous, last minute summer fellowship applications: It worked.
Summer research in Aachen, Germany from May to June and a diaspora study of refugee immigrant communities in Berlin, Paris, and Prague from July to August!
Could not be happier to be at Williams.
|someone:||i like you|
|me:||are you lost|
My school is beautiful.
Sharing the love.
The poems on Old Street are set in capital white letters on a brushed black background, in a sort of mangled Futura; it’s a type treatment that should send his words running and screaming through the streets but somehow does not. Instead, the words lean calmly against the wall and arouse a kind of subtle and unnoticed reflection. People pass by on their way to or from here or there. They do double-takes and slow down. Intrigue wraps their faces. They stop, read, think, and eventually move on, carrying something with them that maybe wasn’t there before. Something that came free, silent and unexpected, set in capital white letters on a brushed black background.