The Indictment
The case against a six-hundred-billion-dollar industry that lost its only customer. Written by a guilty party.
It is 2:40 on a Sunday afternoon, and she is standing in her living room, losing an argument with a room that refuses to say what is wrong with it. She has been standing there, on and off, for three years. Keep her in view. She is the plaintiff.
Read the essay →“My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.”
Oscar Wilde
said weeks before dying in a shabby Paris hotel room, 1900.
The wallpaper won.