(Not) My Writing Desk

/ Jessica Sequeira / Misc
For a few seconds the moon vanished. People watched through dark lenses; from Santiago there was partial obscurity

Vlad Interviews: Jessica Sequeira

/ Vlad Savich / Misc
Hamlet is a snippet of computer code that wants to escape from its programmed functions

Jars of Preserves

In Bed With Jessica Sequeira

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Games with hidden codes, invisible meanings to flummox the mind.

Two souls

/ Jessica Sequeira / Essays
Within Gould were the two souls, the one that strove to calculate the world and the one that yearned to launch into the unknown.

Back of the head

/ Jessica Sequeira / Misc
Once I lived in an apartment with a mirror in the elevator that reflected the back of my head, not once but multiple times.

Anatomy of a hold-up

/ Jessica Sequeira / Misc
Midnight at a bus stop, following a gallery event. Fatigue from hours of conversation. A man approaches, pipe in hand.

On The Invisible

/ Jessica Sequeira / Misc
La Invisibla moves once again through the city, down avenues and past buildings, silent and watchful as always.

Philosophical Promenade: On Perfection

/ Jessica Sequeira / Misc
As one grows older one tends to incline toward a third form of perfection, which consists in wanting to keep existing beauty intact.