Poitiers <Pwah-[tee-yay]/diphthong> is only a three hour trip from Paris, but it feels like seven hours because that’s how much time has passed, and it’s mostly this strange Romanian guy’s fault driving the truck. I’ve never met him before, and a half hour into the ride he won’t look at me — whenever he talks … Continue reading »
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Everyone in movies thinks they’re in real life and everyone in real life thinks they’re in a movie
“Having once found the intensity of art, nothing else that can happen in life can ever again seem as important as the creative process.” -F scott Fitzgerald. BS. I didn’t like The Great Gatsby that much. “life is not a paragraph” -e.e. cummings. I took a walk on the Camino de Santiago yesterday, the famous pilgrimage trail … Continue reading »
An excerpt from every conversation ever had
“I’m sorry for making things more complicated.” “Between us.” “Yes.” “You’re sorry for making things more complicated between us.” “Well I’m sorry for making it more complicated.” “Between us. You have to say it right.” “Well.” “That’s how I want to hear it.” Continue reading »
Finding Unnothappiness
Chris was depressed. So much for the subtle detail of exposition, but Chris was so massively colossally and incapacitatedly depressed that it transcended the scope of subtlety. He was so paralyzed by the informational strangulations of the Century of Wires (“Information Age” sounds too understated / academic / positive) that not even daily ear prayers to … Continue reading »
not black and white
The balls of my feet bounce. Da da bump, da da bump, da da bump. I’m appalled. At myself. Everyone’s in multicolor. Waving flags. Pink flags, blue flags. The hum of music is audible a kilometer away. Rainbow knitted caps on their heads, bright red t-shirts for the first day of spring, dazzling blue pants. … Continue reading »
A monumental change in Ted’s life
Ted the accountant walked outside into Central Park with his retinas still peeling back into his head from three hours of closed-end mutual funds, not ready for the blackbird chirping in the park. Ten years of rolling compromises made Ted a pretty dull guy, but right now a series of small changes was sucking back … Continue reading »
Something in the air
The air is a clear milky amber And it tastes unfiltered. It’s viscous and unwilling As it slides down my throat. It is not like acid For it does not burn. It is not bitter For it does not taste. There is only the hint Of something added Or something not taken away, Something subtle … Continue reading »
