5 years ago, me leaving Grise Fiord, in the depths of a disassembling, reassembling. Thank you, Jenny Gilbertson. And thank you, Aujuitturmiut.

Every so often I go onto Google maps to see Peerie Mary. She's been away for nearly 3 years but here she is forever by her rhubarb patch.

My poor supervisor. What was I thinking when I took this picture of a dead goldcrest on one of her most influential writings?

Hirschman's Pasolini anthology, In Danger.
"A word could have been enough to prevent this from happening. But none of us ever spoke with them or to them. We immediately accepted them as representatives of Evil."

Joined the basket weavers at Hymhus this morning. Pick, pick, picking the husks off the straw was great rehab for my belligerent left hand.