Andrew Sutherland


I ask Wan Ching how she is. Are you lonely? At home on whatever-floor. She replies, I have had mysterious droppings on my floor for some time. Her brother-in-law sends pictures to a biologist friend. Apparently, the droppings of a …

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suburban portrait

absence feels nothing like cement but waiting does – it holds you down waiting bricks you in to waiting as though it were time spent a partnership, donated unease is bought like lottery tickets our spoils remain: trick of the …

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