there are times when i can't explain why things happen the way they do. why a sudden turn of events suddenly become a source of liberation instead of inhibition. and then i remember that all i did wasn't DOING anything at all. it was just sitting there in front of the mirror begging with my eyes closed.
In Portland, protest became art. Notes from the Road documents a city's
creative defiance as hundreds stood against Trump's ICE — blending humor,
costume, ...
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