Category: Truth & Lies

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where...

“Are all the rooms here this nice?” Cassie, fifty-three, only had a second while her daughter was...

I walked outside and over to the big fire, where the men were sitting. I was greeted and then I...

What is life like when you don’t know what it is you’re marrying? Harshly put, it implies you are...

I am not going to speak about the demise of the free press in India. All of us gathered here know...

— Get it? Art? You get it where you get anything you buy it, listen Gibbs don’t try to tell me in...

I’m on the train, traveling alone, with two seats to myself. I have to use the restroom. Without...

I have always longed to be known, truly known, by another human being. Sometimes we live for years...

My friends are always obliging me with ephemera like this—screenshots of sexts, emails to their...

I was in that state between waking and sleeping. From there you can wander towards either of the...

The stories say that if we take only the Road of the Village—the ordained track—we risk...

Today is gone. Today was fun.Tomorrow is another one.Every day,from here to there,funny things are...