Reading this gave me the same feeling that you get walking through a modern art exhibit. The pieces are distinctly different and cool and weird and all uniquely beautiful, with a sometimes-intangible undertone running beneath them. You keep glancing back at them, taking a second or third look, because each time you notice something different, and yet still each glance takes your breath away as if it were the first time all over again. Eve Ewing has sculpted and crafted and painted representations of her own life, and life in Chicago with the various poems and short short stories and ephemera that she has compiled into this work of art.