the muzzle of a gun
I dreamt of a plan. One of us, a younger girl, had been stolen into a wide brownstone building, run by a slender man with fine red hair and an exquisite jaw. It was night when we approached his house to make our rescue. The doors were open, such was his confidence or obscurity of [...]
the outskirts of el paso
Yesterday Felix McTeigue’s new CD came in the mail (my roommates and I are all big fans), and we popped it in for the first listen. He’s changed! He’s grown up, or something. The songs are beautiful, candid as usual, wistful and observant. I got an email from him today, the subject was “hi”… Felix [...]
the things I wish I were writing in my journal
I don’t write in my journal as much as I wish I did, because moments that I know are beautiful sometimes pass and never get recorded. Instead, it’s the silly drama and angst that I write down, those things I wish I would forget. It was four in the morning, and I was sad, worried, [...]
Journal Entry - May 2nd, 2003
Madison, Wisconsin. Some time beforehand, I made a plan with my friend Jon Hain that this afternoon would be spent together. The first thing that we did was to run deposits to his various accounts at various banks. At one of the banks, they had video conferencing devices for the tellers. I was talking to [...]
March THIRTEEN
We drove to Madison (Elon and I) and arrived at my friend Chris Parsley’s house around dinnertime. It was an apartment unlike any other I’ve seen, with great coloured swaths of fabric and light - even the wood seemed to be soaking in it. Instead of clocks and clutter, there were confounding, mute forms and [...]
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