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Category: THINKING

  • chance, time, night, round, try

    Walking home and I wanted one more because it was early yet and also because I am greedy and I always want one more, if we're being honest. And so treated myself to what I wanted, because we cannot be puritans all the time or we'd have nothing to write about. Sitting and feeling the…

  • I keep forgetting your name while I’m writing this.

    This happened after I ate all my teeth, maybe even the same night. Running my tongue across the new smoothness, salt and blood. How quickly I could destroy things simply by not paying attention. Driving around all night, coming at the sunrise from that side. This was the summer everything was on the other side…

  • shadow of a doubt

    It is like in the horror films when the character is running and running to get away and turns back to look and see if enough distance has been gained. The running, this constant treadmill of activity is in itself good, and a solid, sensible plan is to keep moving. It is work coming in,…

  • diamond scattering in the park

    How going out at night made me feel like being a teenager again, though I did not have to crawl out the window but just walked down the hall, quietly closed the front door on the sleeping family inside, gently turned the key in the lock and then skipped down the stairs. How the night…

  • Propinquity

    I had nightmares on Saturday from which I have not yet recovered. The feeling of being trapped inside of a need I fear to articulate, and then, having spoken it aloud not having it met, or not merely not met but not even acknowledged. Please help me carry this or I will drop it, please…

  • Dummy

    Okay, let's break this down into small, manageable parts. Let's get real on it. Let's call it what it is. There was something you loved. You loved it in the pure open-hearted way that comes from getting so exactly what you need without even asking that it seems like the object of your affections is…

  • parlayed into a memory

    When I met you, I was crying, because it was cold. An involuntary response, I would have explained if you'd asked. Fortunately I'm a master, and it is possible that you didn't even notice. We talked for hours. I learned so many things about you. It is my best trick, to lay myself out as…

  • Good Charlotte (in which I distill some Czech history)

    I keep thinking about her and wanting to say something that is as deep as her feelings, something worthy of her pain and her sacrifice, her love. And because there is nothing really to say beyond the fact of herself, and nothing more important in my mind, I find myself nearly mute. She came from…

  • you connect the dots

    ‎"all that a woman of forty-three need do to become invisible is to go without makeup, leave her hair uncolored, and wear ordinary clothes" -from an article in the New Yorker about Daphne Guinness. At the Burger King at the bus station in Prague, you can get 10 Kc off your meal if you first…

  • I almost believe that they’re real

    Going through a massive project of reorganizing all our photos, moving them from photo albums to boxes with little index cards. Nobody goes through these anymore, nobody is that interested in what I was doing 20 years ago that it needs to be in a bulky album taking up massive space. Yet I can't quite…