Lost in the Library of Every Word on Film

The sublime wonder of not being intimidated anymore.

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I’ve often called the Harold Washington Library in downtown Chicago “The ugliest building in all of the Greater Chicago Area” and this is not fair to it. I’ve described it like a Brutalist book prison, all straight lines and sharply imagined metal flanges formed into the cruel visages of symbols of old Western knowledge: owls and scrolls…

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Josephine Maria Yanasak-Leszczynski

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I am a writer exploring futures and film from my apartment above a noodle shop in Chicago. (Yan-a-sak Less-chin-skee)

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