Hello, I'm Rachel.

I am 25 and I live in NYC, but I grew up chasing tumbleweeds and hornytoads in New Mexico. I write things for a living, for now. I like the arts, photographs, old movies, the web, and the city, and tend to wonder how each influences the other. I thought this might be a good place to collect a few of the million images, sounds and ideas I get distracted by every day--sentimental though they may be. Welcome to my corner.

And if you just want to say hi, please do. I write back.

Apr 25
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Sometimes it is easier, but not always.

  • Harper: In your experience of the world. How do people change?
  • Mormon Mother: Well it has something to do with God so it's not very nice. God splits the skin with a jagged thumbnail from throat to belly and then plunges a huge filthy hand in, he grabs hold of your bloody tubes and they slip to evade his grasp but he squeezes hard, he insists, he pulls and pulls till all your innards are yanked out and the pain....we can't even talk about that. And then he stuffs them back, dirty, tangled and torn. It's up to you to do the stitching.
  • Harper: And then up you get. And walk around.
  • Mormon Mother: Just mangled guts pretending.
  • Harper: That's how people change.
  • -Tony K. (whose work has saved my life on no small number of occasions).
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