tablets click into sickly amber plastic like the urine they render so urgent in reverse. click (drop), click (drop), streams of static swishing sound heard on the off-air channels of anything analog.
Essays
Sweet Little Comforts
Oreo
Night Cycling
Gdansk Fever
Meditating with Mabel
If You Think You’re the Best
When I ascended to the den, pliers in hand, to watch the Americans go down in Lillehammer, I knew I didn’t want to go out like them.
For a While, For the Summer
I want an example, a model for how to live independently, with the smallest bit of indifference and anonymity, without fear, for a while, for the summer.
Posted in Essays 2 Responses
The Edith Wharton Inside Me
I Was 16
I was 16 in 1994. I had a crush on a girl at my high school named Stacy. She was two years older — blonde hair, a grunge band on her t-shirt and a constant half-smile on her face — and it goes without saying that she had absolutely no interest in me.
David Foster Wallace and the Velveteen Rabbit
Whore of Babel
The place in the brain where language sucks meaning can seem like nirvana.
Posted in Essays Leave a comment
