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  • Thursday the 23rd

    I am walking to my work today behind a woman who is clearly late to her work. I can tell she is late because she is intermittently jogging. Despite her intermittent jogging I am -albeit at my characteristically brisk pace featuring shrewd route-making- keeping pace with her and, ultimately, we arrive at our shared train…

  • THING TO LOVE

    There was a guy on the 7 train today. The Guy bears describing in-full: he was a tall guy in, well, I’ll go from top to bottom as best I can: in Elvis Costello glasses, and a black billycock hat wherefromunder some of his gray buzzcut showed, and a silver nose ring, and big silver…

  • Through a blackish mirror darkly

    09.03.25 Conscious here of sounding like a later-phase Black Mirror episode; the worst part is the utter banality of it, and that everyone also already knows it, except of course for this fucking guy, on the 7 train, playing a game on his cellphone without headphones, at a volume no one thought was even possible…

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  • THING TO LOVE

    This from Europe Central by William T. Vollmann. “Sex scenes” in books are generally the worst in my opinion but this 9-clause, 2-sentence example, anchored towards the middle there by that integral word “echoing” is a masterpiece; lyrical, almost palindromic or symmetrical in rhythm. This comes somewhere within a ~50p (I didn’t go back to…

  • THIS IS SOMETHING

    Well, this is something. A quick glimpse over the ridge, into the drink. The slivered light passing through the moving reeds. The air it smells like salt and boat gasoline. The air feeling refrigerated moves quick across the skin. This is something, I forgot to tell you when you were with me. A loneliness that…

  • O POSITIVE

    O+ This is what we call faith in the system Ductwork overhead silverish and hanging liquid warts I loved you so much once I Don’t want to say it again TXV Gourds of sand on highway embankments  Vaguely Arabian and anticipating crash, I dream hurling headlong helmeted into them In the work truck Good God-…

  • THING TO LOVE

    A little of that good old-fashioned NYC teamwork. I think maybe the worst place one could possibly drop their AirPod case is the top of the escalator at 34th Street – Hudson Yards. (For anyone unfamiliar: a chthonic, interminable beast of an escalator. Maybe the longest in the city?) The guy in front of me…

  • 2×2

    I know myself through a hammered tin mirror. Grief, I can promise you no shortage of that Plus a long drink on a blanched-out creek with the white sun overhead sending heatseeking missiles to our exact location, a gray rock in the world Flower crown, coneflowers, creeping buttercup, white clover; strings of them around the…

  • GUT FEELING

    Imagine something. Imagine you meet a genie; but he’s a particular sort, this genie. He only offers one thing, take it or leave it. You say: “I’ll take it” and he says here is how it works: “Every time you interact with another human being, you will know instantaneously if that person is attracted to…