RIPPLE, ANGEL QUAKE
Abstract
ANGELAKI journal of the theoretical humanities volume 22 number 2 june 2017 Of something. You see the movement before you feel it. My sister turned me on to it. She studies art. Crown of creation, always seems so definite, definitive. I just always get lost in the lo fi talk. Shadow shifts at the refinery, backwards. Routine procedures, but you have to know them. Magic baby, fantastic. Or is it no use? That’s how the youngest are. I’m a farmer and...