There is one particular short story in The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis that I’ve adored since the very first time I read it, called Cockroaches in Autumn.
Split Tooth, Lettres en forêt urbaine, All Systems Red, Les brutes et la punaise, and more: there have been so many good books read this year!
In this book, through pitbulls, we catch a glimpse into the absurdity of the human-dog relationship as it exists today in settler colonial North America.
We hop into the car late on Friday evening. A dog, five humans, lots of bags. Another human and two dogs will be joining us the next day up north. We drive through a night punctuated by blurred yellow lights as we get further north, the radio set to the rock station I listened to in high school.
this is freedom. This is the force of faith. Nobody gets what they want. Never again are you the same. The longing is to be pure. What you get is to be changed. "Prayer" by Jorie Graham I
I approached Ida Toft a few weeks ago with the idea of doing an interview on their art and research practice. I met Ida Toft at Concordia University, where I'm currently finishing an undergraduate degree, and they are in the