I suggest reading The Fader’s cover story on Migos, a rap trio from Atlanta.
— Anya Schultz
— Libby Rainey
I returned to this story from the Paris Review last night. It’s a beautiful piece written by Edouard Leve from his book Autoportrati – written while he was traveling Across America at the turn of the 21st century. Here’s an excerpt.
“I look for the simple things I no longer see. I do not go to confession. Legs slightly open excite me more than legs wide open. I have trouble forbidding. I am not mature. When I look at a strawberry, I think of a tongue, when I lick one, of a kiss. I can see how drops of water could be torture. A burn on my tongue has a taste. My memories, good or bad, are sad the way dead things are sad. A friend can let me down but not an enemy. I ask the price before I buy. I go nowhere with my eyes closed.”
– Curan Mehra