(Badlands, d. Malick, 1973) Hot, early suburb, still as the wedding cake in the freezer given over to the dogs.... Read More
alone * For a collection of seasons, I saw a therapist every Monday night. In the winter, the street lamps... Read More
What Richard Linklater captures in Boyhood is not the story of a boy growing up, but boyhood as identity—the edification of one small American dream. Read More
illustration by Brianna AshbyAt a recent gig at a New York ad agency, I sat with a 26-year-old creative producer... Read More
This world is black and white and simple. Tumbleweeds languish outside empty gas stations. Trucks rattle down the lonely road.... Read More
“In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three... Read More
illustration by Brianna AshbyThe newcomer arrives with out-of-town clothes, and allusions to American political ideals rarely more than a few... Read More
I am five years old. Crisp white paper crinkles underneath me as I shift on the table. It is very... Read More
The July before my sixth-grade year—that strange ugly void between child and adolescent, discomfort and confidence, no and yes—my family... Read More