Document No. 30–The O.G.
A PG-13 poem by Glenn O’Brien.
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Document No. 250—Infidels by Abdellah Taïa
A man is cutting down a tree. He is swinging the last blows. Three. Two. One. He stops. He steps back a bit. The tree is tall, very tall. You can see it. You couldn’t see it before, it wasn’t in the camera’s field. You can see it now, this tree that is falling, that [...]
ContinueDocument No. 254—Two Pictures by Cynthia Zarin
When I was a small child I went on many Saturdays with my grandfather to the Museum of Modern Art. The museum was located where it is now, on 53rd Street, but then it was a different place. It was small and intimate, and it was a place you went to look at pictures.
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