Aux Environs de Paris (1962), Dorothea Tanning
Dear Polly,
I'm stuck. My brain is at a crossroads, and the stand-off currently taking place amidst my cerebellum is paralyzing. I'm dizzy with doubt and seasick from the compounding narratives currently doing a Dobby with the lamp from that scene in Harry Potter (not a timely reference, but it's how me and m…


