And He Was Feeling Not-unique In The

For A Moment, She Was Quiet. Then She Grabbed My Hand, Whispered, “run Run Run Run Run,” And Took Off, Pulling Me Behind Her.

No Matter How Hard You Kick, No Matter How High You Get, You Can't Go All The Way Around.

Scared Isn't A Good Excuse. Scared Is The Excuse Everyone Has Always Used.

"please Stop," I Said. "you're Upsetting The Black Santas."

What I Love About The Sculpture Is That It Makes The Bones That We Are Always Walking And Playing On Manifest, Like In A World That So Often Denies The Reality Of Death And The Reality That We Are Surrounded By And Outnumbered By The Dead. Here, Is A Very Playful Way Of Acknowledging That And Acknowledging That And That Always, Whenever We Play, Whenever We Live, We Are Living In Both Literal And Metaphorical Ways On The Memory And Bones Of The Dead.