False Narrative Elizabeth Joy Levinson Again, the snow falls, again, we all try to capture the flakes in pixels the way the flakes catch the light, the way the city sparkles under a blanket of white, white and light. What is it about a thing that sparkles? what is it about a diamond, about a row of sequins, expertly stitched to a sliver of a dress, or the mirrored ball hanging from the ceiling, What is it about a crystal […] Continue Reading
