Because I am a writer, this confession may not shock you, but here it is anyway: I am extremely picky about pens. I silently judge people when they use dull, crappy ones, and I admire those who clearly take pride in their writing utensils. I am in fact so picky about pens that I only buy a certain kind, in packs from a store that I otherwise never visit, for more money than I tell myself one should logically spend on pens.
Strangers in the Night: Laurel Nakadate Meets Her Relatives
Laurel Nakadate, “Akron, Ohio #1″ (2013) (all images © Laurel Nakadate, courtesy Leslie Tonkonow,…


