The ceilings in the studios had to have been 20 feet high. I loved the corner where I painted, lit by a tall, old window that was stuck closed with time...
A look at a genre-bending, Afrofuturist, speculative novel that grapples with gender, the ethics of AI, and the question of whether balance and hope are possible.
Loving the campers was the given. We were in sync. I wasn’t, after all, that much older than they were. I could have passed for one of them, had I worn a camp uniform...