My mother is sick.
By Cord Jefferson
Illustrations by Celine Loup
Very well written article, Josh. I really enjoyed reading it. Gave me chills first in the beginning with the video and paranormal aspect and then realizing the reality of it all. I suffer from the same internal demons as Elisa. I know how that hopelessness feels and how it can feel like you are alone in the world that no one else understands…
Hello, Heather. My four years in Paris working on that project were a watershed in my personal history. In spite of my ridiculous workload, I had ample time to read and think. At first I chose Umberto Eco and Jean Baudrillard, as if to suss the enemy’s position. Then serendipitous enounters with Fjellman and Postman sent me to authors I had never…
Can you say, jaded? Heather, you’re deeply in touch with your apetite for more. That’s all.
“after you navigate the labyrinthine parking structure and slog amid impossible crowds pushing double-wide strollers across miles of hot concrete, even after you stand in the last of a dozen endless…
Honestly, when I watched the video of her in the elevator I got the impression that she was trying to locate and trigger (in a quirky manner)a sensor to make the doors close. I didn’t know her so I can’t speak to her personality, but I have friends who have mannerisms and quirky personalities and if this was a video of them, I’d think the same thing. Just some food for thought.