All Fours
My friends are always obliging me with ephemera like this—screenshots of sexts, emails to their mothers — because I’m forever wanting to know what it feels like to be other people. What were we all doing? What the hell was going on here on Earth? Of course none of...
And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos
I was in that state between waking and sleeping. From there you can wander towards either of the two. You can go away in a dream or you can open your eyes, be aware of your body, the room, the crows cawing in the snow outside the window. What distinguishes this state...
JR
“The camera snapped and joined the others, swinging to their stride as they passed in beneath the sill and out of the view of Mister Gibbs, molested from behind by words, — Energy may be changed but not destroyed . . . From a basement door Mister Leroy rose into...
Go, Went, Gone
So listen, the owl says now: The more highly developed a society is, the more its written laws come to replace common sense. In Germany, I estimate that only two-thirds of our laws are still anchored in the emotional lives of the people, as it were. The other third...