I am 25 and I live in NYC, but I grew up chasing tumbleweeds and hornytoads in NM. Welcome to my corner.
And if you just want to say hi, please do. Or find me here. I write back.
My grandfather used to have his bedtime stories told to him, on very special occasions, by Marcel Duchamp (he was a friend and frequent houseguest of my great grandfather Harold, who headed up the Manhattan Chess Club in the 1910s—I am making a chart). Now we have a book cover by MD that I have found is floating around the family, a pink felt monstrosity with a big stuffed woman’s breast on the front and the words
Prière de toucher (Please Touch). It looks like
this and it is my new life quest to track it down and possess it. Or at least just cop a feel.