My phone is haunted by ghosts. I should fucking block you But I won’t.
Biblioquiescent Panic: A Case Study
I decided to escape the confines of my apartment's white walls for the confines of the Austrian National Library's white walls. I tried to visit years ago as a tourist, and left embarrassed, having never really seen the inside. Which I was told is gorgeous. Today, I decided to be brave. I bought an annual... Continue Reading →
In the dream, I was here, but also in Boston. Where were you?
Last night I didn’t dream of you, but I was thinking of you in the dream. Talking about you, trying to call you but the phone wouldn’t ring. Telling mutual acquaintances a bit of everything, all the falling apart and the pain. And wouldn’t it be easy, wouldn’t it be convenient, if we could just... Continue Reading →
Alessandra Ranelli 