We are toting heavy camping containers full of toilet-flushing water up our dicey concrete steps, water gathered from secret places. We are alive:...

Alvarez employs a velvety darkness that his subjects, whether people or a field of flowers, simultaneously emerge from and recede into.

You miss me? He did. And she missed him too. A missing palpable as a lump on the throat, a goiter.

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Confronting a powerful company worth billions was daunting, and I never imagined that what began as one article would become a book.