Angel Olsen - All Mirrors

Bruce Davidson - New York Subway

Private Life - Tamara Jenkins

M83 Midnight City

1. Babuska - a fragment by Branko Čegec

i haven't been happy for a long time.

california has sprouted in the garden and within it a destructive earthquake.
then stories, ordinary and brazen, flashed in the goulash and for a terribly long time tottered power. greasy young men and seedy years:
were the fleece and the attire, cold roast lamb,
a rocket limpet on the resounding lips:
a lullaby, the sleep of long marches, the gulag bird of prey, hysterical laughter of the cod in vladivostok:

'as if it were christmas eve in another country and as if the drums of powerlessness will never cease.'

Bon Iver - iMi

The Wall - Heidi Williamson

Nights you call out, I padthe hallway to your duvet flung wide, your leg dangling down, tender and crooked, still warm, your small palm cooling on the wall.

Your soft toys shift and slide as I cover you. My mind slides towards small absent ones I cared for in passing. Long ago, I dusted the room of a girl who, too, turned from the wall in sleep. 

Edging between the wall and the soft anchorage of your bed, I turn the bedspread back; lay hands along its length and see how awkwardly it rucks, how hard it is to settle it enough. 

Retirado daqui.