Hello all. In a rare moment of self-indulgence (I’m kidding, this whole thing is a big pile of me-ness), I’m electing to have a bit of a blog on recent activities in my life. I started graduate school two weeks ago. I have been overwhelmed, anxious, sick of the subway, and generally confused since then. …
The boy is now a man. He stands, feet upon the pavement of a bustling Manhattan street. He is successful. He turned his nothingness into purpose, bringing to bear a wealth of skills and emotional detachment to the field his father had excelled in. A floor of a building in downtown New York now bears …
The next morning had yielded a quiet, stale breakfast. The food lay uneaten, cooling and congealing in heaps upon diner flatware. The old man spoke occasionally, remarking on the scenery of the campus and the presumption he held that his hard earned dollars were being put to good use. The son sulked and sweated, expending …
Everywhere today we are told not to forget. As though we could. Living in the shadow of the Manhattan skyline, I paused and thought today while on a rooftop garage. The Empire State building peered at me from across the river, and I thought to myself: “That skyline is short two buildings.” I was a …
He still sometimes dreams of it. The day his father visited him. The day things changed. He sleeps, innocent and firmly tucked beneath sheet and quilt, and the visions come to him. By the end, his face was a mess. Tears left thin salty tracks on his cheeks, his mouth dribbling with spit and rage. …
