Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk 8 min in Glassell Park, CA It was on the second visit that Candice noticed the trend. Every ‘mystical’ person she’d crossed paths with had a wonky left eye. There must be some symbolism to it. Surely it validated their existence. The bulging eye of the Read more
Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen 8 min @ Umami Burger/Fred Segal, Santa Monica Calloused knuckles and fine blonde hair are not a pretty combination. Carly strained her head back into Sam’s knotted fingers. He wasn’t pulling too hard but the cuts and abrasions on his hands we snagging the Read more
“be there when you get there, but be *here* now” I found this ‘note to self’ in an old journal today; one of many journals and notebooks stuffed into the forest of cardboard cleared from storage. Perfect timing. My thoughts tend to race to the list of things I’m Read more
After much talk and preparation – which consisted mostly of obsessing and fretting, I have begun the unenviable task of clearing out my storage space. It’s been a daily ordeal. I show up at the storage facility, punch in the convoluted nine digit code – after ten straight visits I Read more
Just So Stories by Rudyard Kipling 8 min in Glassel Park, Los Angeles Stephanie was speechless. She wanted to tell him that it was rude to answer a question with a question, but his placid and unwavering gaze disquieted her. Before she could repeat her question, he asked his again. Read more
odd pronunciation over heard at Olympic Spa 8 min @ Olympic Spa, Korea town, Los Angeles “The tea is brewed good and strong today.” Her milky blue eyes stare intently at the young woman across from her. “But it’s too hot,” the girl says. “Don’t be thinking this can be Read more
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone by J.K. Rowling 8 min in Parkdale, TO “Damn girl, I don’t need no sugar after seeing that smile of yours.” Carolyn blinked her bangs out of her eyes as she stirred the liquid sugar into her latte. The condiment counter was tiny and Read more
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston 8 min @ Lit espresso bar, Roncesvalles He thought of overcharging her. It had been a long time since anyone sent a fax. “How many pages?” he stalled. “One.” He watched her eyes take inventory of the handmade signs behind him. Read more