The Bottle
Solar Views
Fietsers
Spring Feelings
Bag Receiver
Shoe
Chanel
Dior Dance
Bready
Forces of Nature
Splash
Swallow
Shoe Space
Bag Life
Shoes
SMOKE
CAT
The Bottle Pick Up
Healthy Body
Airport Check
Prada Smoothie
House on Fire
Fashion Snowman
You Tell Me
Sweet Dreams
The Philosophers
Neighbours are Diggers

You Tell Me

Fiction Artwork for The New Yorker.

(Excerpt)

The symptoms, Danny was explaining, were textbook: excessive crying, loss of appetite, feelings of hopelessness. Like Sasha, Danny was the kind of person who trusted textbooks. A good student. Sasha couldn’t sleep, or else she slept all day. She was rarely hungry, unless, in a burst of energy, she baked an elaborate cake. The good news was that, on most days, she still went to work. The bad news was that fear—her boss, her deadlines, the phone that she kept under the pillow, buzzing with middle-of-the-night emergencies—was the one thing that got her out of bed.

You Tell Me – asset #1
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