February 2012
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Chris Fritton, "Why We Lose Our Hands"
I found what turned out to be a poem called “Why We Lose Our Hands” on the bottom row of a shelf in the back of a Brooklyn comic shop. The poem came in the form of a small, handmade book; several sheets of thick white paper folded in half and sewn together with red thread that ran along the bound edge. “Why We Lose Our Hands” was composed entirely of QR codes. Gabe, the owner, didn’t remember...
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