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Under Construction

I sleep with the windows open. I welcome the night air as it fills my bedroom, and on the mornings I am lucky enough to rise early, I get to hear my city come to life. On the mornings I am not so lucky, my alarm clock is the rattling of jackhammers. My neighborhood is constantly under construction, and I am often awakened by the wheels of change: the capitalist promise of more is better, new is now, the future is for those with unending resources…

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Writing on modern madness, within and without. stephanieeislervance.com IG: stephmakesfaces

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Stephanie Eisler Vance

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Writing on modern madness, within and without. stephanieeislervance.com IG: stephmakesfaces

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