“Dusk” by Nikki Corina Dela Rosa
I have a friend I will never meet. He lives in traces of handwritten notes to me: In scratch papers, invoices, labels and spreadsheets. I think he didn’t really like being here. Here is work you see, where your hands get calloused and your knees bruised and blueblack knuckles bleed. Who wouldn’t lose themselves in… Read More “Dusk” by Nikki Corina Dela Rosa