Category Archives: Placeless
An unexpected call, just before the exam starts. A worried glance down at a phone, a quick “excuse me.”
Love never cancels. But where there are conservative and progressive platforms, they will cease; where there are vigorous debates, they will be quieted; where there is a think piece, it will pass away.
I write because someone once said, “Only two jobs can speak for the dead: detectives and writers.”
When we cannot speak to God, cannot even say the barest “I love you,” we are carried.
Thirteen years later, I realize I made a bad trade. Mom, you were right. No one is surprised.
There’s more than meets the eye
Invisible to the naked eye
I can do that with my eyes closed
It’s a tricky balance, the nostalgia and passion of the past against these grim truths that have always existed.
Borges describes a fictional language that completely lacks nouns, and I tried to work out what this might mean in practice.
I’ve been trying to reframe my perspective by picturing the internet as an attic—one that is full to the brim with all the stuff you couldn’t bear to throw away.