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My Son Works in the Museum of Intolerance
 
Once they sign in, my son offers to show them around the exhibits of human atrocities, made up mostly of photos. My son has become an expert on human cruelty. "Why are people such creeps?" he often asks.
 
Bobbi Lurie

 

Meditations on Wanda
 
Wanda had decided to move back to Arkansas and had done so defiantly, her voice quavering as she told my mom that she hated Chicago. "It's cold," Wanda said. "Everything about Chicago is cold. But the worst are the people. I see people everywhere, ignoring each other, so selfish, never willing to be a neighbor—to treat a human being decently."
 
Sarah Suzuki

 

Remembrance of Things Past: a Visit to Orhan Pamuk's Museum of Innocence
 
In Çukurcuma, young folks stroll in and out of galleries wearing infinity scarves, messenger or tote bags (depending on the size of their Macbook), oversized headphones, and oversized prescription-less glasses. Welcome to global hipsterville.
 
Alisa Sniderman

 

Checking Out
 
A sick fascination with the spectacle of life and death is part of the human experience. Our fascination with extreme sports athletes, trapeze artists, and others willing to take death-defying risks, has less to do with the ability of humans to confront death and more to do wanting to bear witness if the expected outcome actually happens.
 
Diane Mierzwik