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XYZT
Kristen Alvanson
At his spot by an escalator in Madison Square Garden—potential Tests would pass there on their way to Penn Station, the subway, or the lower-level arcade all day—Kade stood behind the small folding table he’d bought at Staples for the occasion. Brushing aside the temporary embarrassment of looking like an unlicensed street vendor and trying for once to be organized, he had neatly arranged twelve bracelets on the table to his left, and on the right a flat-screen touchpad to log the names and…
e-flux Journal
Posted: February 16, 2019
Category
Literature
Subjects
Fiction