I stopped reading on the subway. It wasn’t a conscious choice. I’ve been lugging around a hardcover title for ten days. Normally I would’ve read this book in a week. It’s a good book. I like the author. But I can’t read on the subways anymore. My concentration is off. Read more…
I’ve finished all my Christmas chocolates. The rich dark brick from ChocoSol. The bar from SOMA with decadent cocoa nibs sprinkled across it. The Camino single origin. All gone. These are not bars for binging. They are artisanal, imagine a Lady Danbury eyebrow arch, to be savoured square by square. Read more…
She’s tall for a troll. But she shape shifts so that detail might be moot. Sometimes she curls into herself like a cat, a dark mass on the periphery, ill-defined but ever present. Her details are fairly spectacular. Her limbs are long but all the joints are outsized and arthritic. Read more…
It is nineteen days until November 3. The United States presidential election and its ancillary details are all consuming. Every day there is a collision with the wreckage of American democracy. I am in a constant state of rubber necking the gruesome pileup of politics and campaigning. All while the Read more…