All summer long, we played checkers out on your front porch. The discs clinked under our fingertips, which shone with grease from the potato chips we licked but would not eat. This was our habit: to pop a chip under our tongues and lave the brittle flake, swallowing only the aftertaste of salt and sour cream. Earlier, you had dumped sugar-free…

Your works tend to place an emphasis on products that are mass produced; can you talk a little more about why you chose to focus on those products such as prescription pills and lipstick? These mass produced objects tell the story of our society. The things we are sold can be spectacular representations of the peculiarities of a given system, from…

I. We were alone most afternoons. On one of them, we searched my room for candles. We found one that I liked: white with Colombian coffee beans clustered around the bottom. “Eat it,” I said. “No,” my brother said, furrowing his eyebrows, turning away. “Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it.” I backed him into a corner with the coffee end of the…