The best thing a goldfish mindlessly forgotten atop a car roof can hope for is to drive steadily. Forever. Sudden brakes are destined for a stolen soul, forever clueless of being loved. A fish won’t ever know, but Christine Jesperson always will. She is the lonely hero. It’s only blue skies in Miranda July’s Me […]
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