Unthinkable Creatures is this busy, hectic workshop filled day and night with the bodies and the work and the sounds of a bunch of intense, tough, dreamy ladies with tattoos and asymmetrical haircuts. It’s housed in an abandoned foundry: writing desks and craft tables and tattoo stations, letter presses and copiers and laptops and reams of paper and skeins of wool and crates of records and sacks of paint cans all tucked in and around the rusting molds and towering cracked crucibles. I’m the doormouse who lives in one of the ruined furnaces and nibbles bits of the work to make my nest. KS is one of the horrible, monstrous ladies who works in the shop and she made this thing called i love crushes more than real things. I nibbled the bottom off of a page of this thing, and as I sleep it whispers into my side, “I want a subtext of mutual yearning.”