The late Jeanne Macaskill: on what lasts
Jeanne Macaskill’s left eye had a small spot in it that glistened like the surface of the sea. Perhaps it was a pigmentation or vision glitch, or something else, I’m not sure; it was like a glitter flake that had travelled its way to her iris. When we spoke I’d find myself caught by the glint, like […]
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