A Sad Dream, Some Happy News

When Bruster began to sink, I grabbed onto his 95 pound body with both of my hands, wrapping my arms tightly around his chest, and then I watched in horror as we — pulled by the evening tide — began washing further and further away from the city.

What makes me forget to eat

There’s no sense in asking it to leave, because it’s a one-way conversation, where I can hear everything it says but it registers nothing I say. Some days, we carry on together for miles… at other times, for mere minutes. 

Thoughts on Sickness and Travel

What’s the end goal in all of this? A happy retirement billions of years from now where, on a monotonous loop, you drag your aching, breaking bones from the bedroom to the kitchen each day and binge watch The Price is Right reruns on Gameshow Network?