A strange smell wakes me in the middle of the night. I open my eyes to find a curtain covered with flame sitting by my window. Fire floods my room. Ash starts to cloud my vision. The smoke fills my lungs and suddenly I can’t breathe. All I have are my hands to feel my way out. The wood floors are getting hotter and hotter underneath my feet. I drop to my knees to escape the ash clouds intoxicating me. Trying to crawl and feel around for the way to the door, I focus on what I still have. I...

From Mary Quants London boutique in the early 1960s to Jean Paul Gaultier’s self-titled clothing line in the late 1980s.

As I sit in bed for the third day in a row, I am surprised I have yet to develop bed sores on my side. I feel a noticeable layer of grease built on my face and taste how long it's been since I’ve brushed my teeth. Scrolling through TikTok for the third hour that day. The days seem almost routine in their dullness. Wake up, turn over, grab my phone, and start consuming. Before I know it, my interest has been piqued by a text I see come through on my phone. My cousin Mary, who recently has been...