Readings

 Is eight years old too young to feel and express open anger and scorn, even toward a person like Donald Trump?

I grew to love candies whose tactile experience was on par with their sweetness—in texture, but especially in residual effect: the burn of Fireballs, the pucker of Warheads, the numb of licorice.

My thirty-five-year love-hate-love relationship with Phil Collins.

The actress and filmmaker behind Waitress, who was murdered ten years ago, created as though she was on borrowed time and left a legacy that outlived her.

Sequestered in a museum basement amongst pungent human skulls by Bill Clinton's Secret Service detail, you can't help but consider the history decaying around you.

A newbie driver discovers why everyone else calls in sick that day. 

I finally have a word to describe my fear of the fragmented world. 

I wonder if my grandfather knew the helicopters he helped to perfect would one day be used to surveil and oppress Black and Brown bodies. 

The director of Crystal Lake on short films, the power of props, and how we cope weirder as we get older.