We begin, as all good stories do, with a fall. We plummet from the bright, ashen sky toward clouds the color of cataracts. Passing through the smog, a red landscape stretches out in every direction. Below, The City rises to greet us, its central spire a thumbtack on an rust-colored carpet. Dust storms swirl at …
Too long have numbers been dormant! The ones and zeroes of my internet presence have been quiet. Hibernating, perhaps. But now they come afresh, bleary-eyed but capable, buzzing and squirming into your eyeballs. Writing is fun. The opportunity to put words to (virtual) paper. The virtual is actually an asset, as it prevents writing cramps, …
While many websites are blacking themselves out today, in protest of the Stop Online Piracy Act and the Protect IP Act, I thought this would be a perfect time to break my accidental vow of silence and speak. The internet has evolved from its very basic database form into a communications tool the likes of …
I feel like I’m being hounded by drug manufacturers, or at least those preying on the fact that my recent stories ahve been tales of depression, anxiety, grief, and other psychological horrors. This weekend alone, I’ve received 23 spam comments, from people with “names” like “Buy Lexapro Online!,” “Rispradal,” “Metformin,” “Wellbutrin,” and “Seroquel.” Metformin kind …
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. …
Regret is to people what autumn is to leaves. It withers them, takes away what made them what they were. Leaving behind crooked husks. She’s died. She’s gone and dead. After the boy left, the calls came further and further apart. He’d found a new life and she was left here, in the wreckage. Empty …
