by Kaila Philo

Circles and Circles of Sorrow

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Only now do I realize that I venerated Sula during a period in which I became numb.

The Cult of Relatability

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All through 2017, I found myself in the year’s art with ease.

Pretty and Witty

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Images are easy to project ourselves onto—we’re taught to do so, after all—but it’s a bit harder to describe what’s on the inside, especially when we misconstrue our detachment as a vacancy, rather than a conscious subduing of pain.

Once More, With Feeling

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What’s wrong with feeling, anyway?

The Doomsday Diaries

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To live is to wade through constant endings.