Everything the Light Touches

Mei-Lin Yap moves into a studio on Valencia Street in October, with seven boxes and the careful numbness of someone who has decided that wanting things is its own kind of risk.The east wall of Studio 2B is warm. Warmer than it should be. Warmer than any heating system explains.His name is Joaquin. He has been in the wall since 1961, sixty-three years, a muralist who died before he could finish the...