Poetry: My Dissent and My Love Are Woven Inside Me by Wendy Xu
I commune with the text by way of railing against the text
The molecular processes of you are never finished
I move through the air in the early fall, a cooling spittle, high heat
      days are gone
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Lyrical: Days Are Gone by Him
Felt like I was walking on a tight rope/Those days are gone, those days are gone

Art: Albrecht Dürer’s Melancholia I

Quote: “You may choose to look the other way but you can never say again that you did not know.” – William Wilberforce

Recipe: Salami and Pickle Grilled Cheese

Anywhere But Here: Caja de las Letras, Madrid, Spain