Three boys at Manzanar internment camp in 1943. Photo by Toyo Miyatake.
Time moves at breakneck and glacial speeds simultaneously. That's no excuse to clip your attention. What if you had a time machine? How would it move? Would memories accumulate differently? Would the body expand to hold them? Would they bulge at the seams? Take some time with this Brenda Shaughnessy poem about her time machine or better yet — purchase Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color where her poem is in excellent company. When you're back from wherever your machine takes you, send us your travelogue.