
Curry Puff Pot
The one pretty thing that reminded me of oily, deep-fried food.
Making visible the "aesthetic envelope" that expresses and shapes feeling, belief, and moral conviction.

The one pretty thing that reminded me of oily, deep-fried food.

Symbols for the first thing that let me pretend to be who I wanted to be.

There’s something more fantastical than ironic about them.

It felt like the kind of physical thing you bring back from Narnia.

“I need a decent bell,” I said.

What a libertine wants, more than anything, is liberty.

I considered it the epitome of bad taste.

“One step ahead.”

How did these Mooninite lite-brite devices end up all over Boston?

My thermos is like a magic wand.

Sometimes we win — without knowing why.

It didn't become visible, for me, until I happened to hear a family story.

"Listen to the ney, what it says / It tells a story of yearning."

Having paid for the ducks, I started to remove the ribbons…