Tatiana Cotliar
“In the morning, the light went through the house, lit every surface, like the house was an ear tilted toward the dawn, like it was trying hard to listen.”
— Lindsay Illich, closing lines to “Spectrum,” Foundry (December 2018)
“In the morning, the light went through the house, lit every surface, like the house was an ear tilted toward the dawn, like it was trying hard to listen.”
— Lindsay Illich, closing lines to “Spectrum,” Foundry (December 2018)