LUTHER HUGHES

I think I’d have to say Maple trees. They’re exuberant and large. They also align with seasons, so they’re trees that reminds us of time and the inability to stay still.

Depends on the ride. I tend to read poetry when the ride is under 20 minutes, so I’m not interrupted by having to get off at my stop. Anything that’s over 30 minutes, I’m keen to break out a novel or a collection of short stories. I, unfortunately, don’t read a lot of nonfiction or essay collections, so those happen whenever I feel academic. Whatever that truly means.

The Monarch is a classic. And while I wouldn’t necessarily know if it gives the most satisfactory, there is something wonderful when seeing one. Maybe it reminds me of childhood, although, I’m not sure why. Maybe it provides a feeling of whimsy or a classic look at the world that almost feel childlike.

First movie that comes to mind is Call Me by Your Name, although, I’m not sure how secretive that is.

I don’t know if I consider works “underrated,” given the ties between perception, capitalism, and white privilege, but I want everyone to read more CM Burroughs.

Deep orange.

All of them, lol.

 

Truth be told, I don’t read history. Or, better yet, I don’t have an active or intentional discipline when it comes to history. Growing up, I’ve never been a history buff or social studies buff; both of these subjects gave me the most challenge in school. I think, with history, I feel too pressured to remember things and dates and names and events, and my brain doesn’t work like that—I need a reason to remember besides being told to. I also need an emotional connection to details. Which is why, I think, I enjoy fiction. I’m not forced (mostly) to do the active work of recall since I’m told along the way what’s most important. I read fiction because I love storytelling. I don’t need a mood to read fiction. The urge just comes and I’m glad it does.

Naw. I wish, though.

I think humans are meant to walk and admire. Wings will disrupt the flow of nature in very upsetting ways.

R&B by Black women. Favorite song right now is ICU by Coco Jones.

Bisexual icon William Shakespeare and James Baldwin.

I think the British Parliament still wears them, but I’d like to go back to a time where everyone in government must wear white wigs.

Not big on architecture, but I really love any building with brick. I don’t know why, but something about brick illustrates a certain characteristic that I admire.

Oh, I am so bad at things like space, time, and age—which I loop city sizes into as well. Whatever was Seattle’s size in the early 2000s is probably my most desirable.

Seamlessness.

Truth be told, none. And not in a “they all sucked,” type of way. I say none because I don’t wish to have written anything someone else wrote. Each writer has their own experiences that are necessary and, not to get so serious, I firmly believe that everything that was written before me, everything that I have encountered made way for me to write what I’m able to write. I dare couldn’t write anything about self-discovery with Toni Morrison’s Sula. I’d be terrified what my work would be if E.M. Forester never wrote Maurice. All the literature before me allowed me to write whatever the hell I want to.

Heaven. Whatever that may mean to whomever is reading this.

None.
 

I’m not sure any luxuries are overrated. Who am I to judge what people want and think they deserve materialistically. I do judge by nature, but honestly, I don’t care enough.

I always had a soft spot for “The Chimney Sweeper”: a little black thing among the snow. 

Something about smells.

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