n.y.c. was born and raised on a small island in the Indian Ocean where daily lightning storms caused the native population to become electric. They lamp-fished with their bare hands and lit the village with their breath. Later n.y.c. moved to NYC, but she missed the monsoon season and longed to go home. In compensation she began to watch a lot of TV, and now writes long commentaries about the philosophical content of films and science fiction. Later this year she will be moving to Montana to begin a life as wilderness tracker and prophet of the collapse of civilization (it’ll be an improvement, but she’ll miss the TV).
