my roommate has taken all the posters down off her wall, and put her things in boxes. her stereo, our coffeemaker. (she's left me the lamp, which isn't particularly magnanimous of her, since it's currently being held up by strings and pieces of cardboard.) uhh. i am not the sort of person who's inclined towards pithy summations, so i'll just say ( Read more... )

since there's nowhere else to go after 12 AM, since i was shooed out of the library by its tinny little bell, since South Hadley is the sort of place that goes to bed and wakes up according to Benjamin Franklin's maxim and Puritan tradition, and since i didn't feel like going back to my room yet, i was sitting in the student center drinking soda ( Read more... )

one morning last week, as i was walking down the hall to take a shower and brush my teeth, there was a sort of violent rustling and flapping of wings and a disoriented dove burst through a hole in the screen of the open window. it flew up and down the hall, throwing itself at the glass of the window, chirping madly; in the end it got tired and sat ( Read more... )

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what woke me up this morning was a little bump on the wall by my head. i opened my eyes and there was a little, brownish-gray, powdery moth about three inches from my face. i blew lightly against it to see if it would flutter its wings, but it didn't notice ( Read more... )

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saturday night i snuck into my friend rachel's room to eat candy and watch the unbearable lightness of being on her VCR. halfway through she came in and sat on the floor to watch it with me, and rubbed my shoulders when i complained they were sore. i suppose i should have foreseen that i'd be disappointed, although strictly speaking it isn't my ( Read more... )

( pictures from the Grant Park expedition )

without the lights on, my bedroom here is completely dark except for a little rectangle of orange light in the window up near the ceiling. so i'm able to crawl into my blankets and see nothing at all, nothing glowing in front of my eyelids, and it would be almost total sensory extinction if it weren't for the noise of the cars outside, and the ( Read more... )

i wonder if there's something inherent in the concept of airports that makes them the way they are. the concept is almost magical, of being conveyed through the air from the place where you are to an incomprehensibly faraway one. the reality though, of course, is infinitely banal. detritus of capitalism. bored young men at shoeshine booths with ( Read more... )