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illness is not a metaphor or a study but a phenomenon unfolding in (and on) real bodies in real rooms. Its qualia, the crinkly paper hospital gown and metallic adrenaline taste, the mutable and inexpressible shades of pain, demand articulation because they matter

Even with clocks, the subway seems to hover outside of time, a "heterotopia," or a space that exists beyond the reach of normal human systems and social mores.

these poems limn a speculative architecture of what common life could be

Sitting on price-tagged leather benches, we listened to my dad’s jeremiad on America.

It was a hermetic text, brimming with recondite content and promising recondite meanings that I couldn’t quite get to then.