Take me home.
I saw John today. It was nice to see him. Maybe German doesn’t taste like you anymore.
I know I said I wouldn’t do this over you. This is for you. |||
I keep picking at myself. Snip, snip.
Don’t get in my way, I told him.
Don’t romanticize this.
IN OR OUT BY AIR: THE INUIT OF NUNAVUT
Last August, after living in New York for a year, the Italian photographer Vittoria Mentasti was ready for a change. She decided to pursue the story of the Inuit people of Nunavut, the northernmost region of the Canadian Arctic. “I became interested in this story because of how completely removed it is from the consciousness of most Americans,” Mentasti said. “When I was crossing the Canadian border, a customs agent asked me what my plans were. When I said I was going to Iqaluit”—the capital of Nunavut—“he replied, laughing, ‘Oh, if you go there I don’t think anyone will care if you stay forever.’ ”
It’s 4am. I want to rip my body to shreds. And I’m giving this presentation at noon. Holy hell.