What I can recall is this: some friends and I (though they remained faceless and nameless, I knew they were friends) somehow escaped the main cabin of the Boeing airplane and were able to get outside while it was flying.  There was some kind of complex jungle gym set that we could hold on to as the airplane flew; this system of nets and cables and ( Read more... )

It is approaching midnight and I am folding clothes, getting ready to go to sleep. I receive a text message from Salvador who asks, “alors, 1 derniere biere?” Putain, I say to myself, why wait so long to inquire after one last beer-he who knows it will be upwards of two to three years before we see each other again, if that. Putain, one last walk ( Read more... )

Each appendage is taken for granted until one morning consciousness begins from, say, the thumb. This consciousness slowly extends from the thumb down the arm and up the shoulder to, a few seconds later, a blossoming feeling of pain and discomfort-the reason why I had been holding my arm outstretched from the sheets and my body, gingerly ( Read more... )

Despite that I have had no obligations for the past few days, my mornings and afternoons alike have left me completely uninspired to write; not that I haven’t tried, and not that my mind hasn’t been a whirlwind of ideas and images, but perhaps because I have had so much time to think, my body has so far been unable to sort it all out. Tonight- ( Read more... )

Memories run amok; I cannot stop them. I find lately that I am obsessed with memories. I want to share them but I know that in the end the experience will be unsatisfactory. How can anyone see what I see? So I keep them to myself. Despite the fact that now I am content in this city and with the people who surround me, an air of sadness haunts ( Read more... )

After this exhausting weekend I don't feel whole any longer. The seven hours of driving, two nights of drinking and three different beds--one for each night--must have taken pieces out of me. I can't seem to function or defeat the inertia that's held me in my chair all day. I had big plans this morning, waking up cheerful and energetic, but lost ( Read more... )

Sitting in bed one day I had a haunting vision of one version of hell. You wake up one day on this pathway in the air that extends both ways as far as you can see. Below you there are only clouds, above only sky. Inevitably you must travel in one direction: you attempt to run, but soon run out of breath. It seems like this direction goes on ( Read more... )

Someone at work asked me today, "Were you up late writing or something?" Either my messy hair or my bloodshot eyes gave me away, but I couldn't help thinking, Oh, if only I were up late writing last night. At least people assume that of me. No, I went to sleep early last night and woke up early. I've been up since 5:43 I told them, though that ( Read more... )

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I was immediately suspicious when, first moving to this apartment, there was a plunger by the toilet. That means trouble. Well the thing hasn't really acted up until two weeks ago. Turned out the plunger was horrible too, so I had to go out and get a new one. Then today it's backed up again. And this toilet doesn't back up like normal toilets ( Read more... )