scaffolding: the b-sides - by Helena Fitzgerald

everything that changes the landscape is the landscape

this, too, was a kind of scaffolding (snowstorm, central park, january 2021) good evening, subscribers. A very long time ago, I thought griefbacon would be an every-Sunday-night thing. There was, and still is, something about the sort of luxuriating dread of Sunday nights that seemed to fit right in with how these essays seek to examine the spaces they inhabit. Anyway, that didn’t stick, but I still always feel a loyalty to Sunday nights, with their odd combination of obligated horror and wasteful permission, and when one of these weekend editions ends up going out on Sunday night, it feels…

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