Where have the people gone? There is one light on the mountain.
I spent yesterday afternoon eating udon in my mother’s office. Afterwards my brother and I lie on the floor, surrounded by mannequins and furniture catalogs. Though my mother works in the design department, she is not involved in design; she does the innovative business shebang. Still, whatever an innovative business room looks like, it can’t be [...]
That Which We Call A Rose.
Someone needs to do for Emma what Nabokov did for Lolita. I am sorry, but I am no Janeite, and I hanker only for old Russian magic, Baba Yaga in a glade of silver birch, Count Leo in chalk blue and boots.
Actually I am not sorry at all. Why is every Emma a Venetian blond, [...]
What I Talk About When I Talk About Books.
There are three bookstores here in Valencia that I like. The first is our local Fnac (though only the lefthand corner of the upper echelon of any Fnac is dedicated to literary pursuits), the second a Mom & Pop place called KandA and the third the quaintly, if somewhat mundanely, named Casa del Llibre in [...]
I’ve Got My Own Brand Of Able Chronicling.
We went on one of those river hiking thingamabobs today, five hours of trekking through glorious waters and golden views and continually falling on my face.
O grace, how you elude me!
By the end of it I had stripped to a turquoise bathing suit, sopping shirt slung over one shoulder, warbling the “I’ll Make a Man [...]
Licorice Tea And A Canvas Painted Entirely In Green.
And so I am home and camp was a million different kinds of brilliant, and star-gazing in a waterless lake and falling hard and fast and mad in love with writing, all over again. But I am home again, and I’ve to work.
In fact, today was the first day of my summer internship, and on [...]
Tenth Grade Graduation Cruise.
VALENCIA
I say g’bye, yes, Mother, I will not forget my sombrero aboard the ship. It’s a big boat, this cruise in question, a nice reprieve after the academic year, armed with even a library against the threat of boredom. I don’t expect great things of the library (it probably consists of Dan Brown and Danielle [...]
Reasons #203 through #207 Life Works.
I should have never have left Paris. The sawed-off vinegar fuck at the Dijon trainstation was right: I have too much little in me. Not enough enough. Wandering someplace happens only once, and once there I should never have left. The gunmetal bomber’s jacket that I stole from a veteran still feels like the thorny [...]
A Contrary Metamorphosis.
How do human tissues react to the passage of time? How much of my anatomy has stayed intact? If I weighed six kilos at birth and at present weigh several times that, what parts of my original body have remained? What parts have formed along the way?
When I look at my foot I do not [...]
Reasons #161 Through #168 Life Works.
At three thirty, two hours before I am due home, my desk partner begins investigating a strange smell emanating from his backpack. We are in Math class, and I am finding it difficult to pay attention to functions when he’s got the bag on the table, and his entire upper body stuck in it.
After a [...]
Amorous Postulates, Or, Stalking With The Scientific Method.
(a) Upon sensing the presence of the subject within the immediate vicinity, the following bio feedback is registered: acute feelings of abdominal discomfort (somewhat akin to moderate indigestion), slight nausea, lightheadedness, accelerated arterial palpitations, excessive perspiration and exaggerated sensitivity to environs. The simultaneous and involuntary manifestation of these symptoms when observing a specific individual is known to the [...]
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