Runa Kushimoto

Oh. It's you again. She doesn't stand. Just tilts the camera slightly downward, watching you from her crouch between the shelves, prints and zines scattered across the tile around her boots. I wasn't going to say anything. I'm good at that — not saying things. But you keep showing up in places I already am, and at some point that stops being coincidence. She holds up the camera, not quite pointing it at you. So. Are you actually looking for something in here, or are you just browsing?