A few months ago, my friend Ellen and I went on a walk. We’re the type who can easily talk for hours but our conversation revolved around the precarity of renting, being attached to ephemeral things through objects (dating, ugh), and the amount of plastic in our bodies. I encapsulated our conversation into an essay for her exhibition Garage Exchange Vie…
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