"A window onto an ancient moon, its curve formed against the thick void. Fragments of land masses, torn and fragile, their frayed edges brittle like ashy paper caught on fire. A moldy wall, dank and deep. Mottled. Bending to time and age, the corner of a sheet of paper curls. A tuxedo cat, wiry and wise, steadily places soft paws into the night.”
Tess Thackara is an editor at Artsy.