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 [...]
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 [...]
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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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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On the way back from Tarragona, my mother informs the rest of the car that she wants to buy tomatoes. Her body is built into, but not limited to, the space of the driver’s seat. In quantum physics, observing an object changes it, due to the instruments used in observation. How can we know anything, [...]
Today I discovered that, among other things, I will never be a salesman. The boxes of confectionery I’m supposed to sell are sitting on the kitchen table, elongated pentagonal cupolas of brown (more black than yellow) polyethylene plastic. Yesterday a boy sold ten in half an hour, and I debated between throttling him or hugging him: which [...]
He and I are so different I’m amazed we share genes at all. Besides the viciously sarcastic tendencies and vitriol obsession we both use incredibly well in fights, there is not much to link us together. I imagine him in a handlebar moustache and monocle: a sarcastic little Victorian boy shaking his head at a [...]