I first encountered the figure of the young car thief at a time when institutions had begun to believe they had finally mastered disorder. The modern city had surrounded its valuable objects with an apparatus designed to eliminate unpredictability. Cameras watched the entrances to warehouses and storage lots. Patrol routes repeated through the night with… Continue reading The Visionary Thief
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American Rose
“The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.” William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell AFTER CUTTING THROUGH A SLICE OF KEY LIME PIE in some dime store diner last week, I turned… Continue reading American Rose

