Dear Prattlers, I’ve got a bad habit of bringing up the end of the world and forwarding frightening articles to my friends. In part, it stems from a selfish sort of “If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me” instinct. I guess I could argue that I’m spreading awareness, which counts for something. But deep down, I know it has more to do with a primal, insatiable, morbid curiosity. I can’t help but find the deterioration of the world around me fascinating. It’s the car crash I can’t look...

“Stall Sanctuary” is a photo collage series that explores bathrooms as spaces that are both public and privately experienced. Focusing on women’s bathrooms, these stalls become informal archives. Confessionals of what people feel they cannot say unless protected by anonymity.