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Have you been here long? Just about five minutes . . . Check out the Latina, 10 o’clock . . . Just your type. ‘Fecundity of the earth,’ ‘child-bearing hips’ and all that. She’s probably fucked-up in the head, which again, is just your type. You should really go and ask her if she’d be [...]
Where he would die was a life-long obsession for Arthur Sand. He was at this point, half-way through that length of time that he knew, or at least had once read in an orphaned copy of the Economist at the airport in Atlanta, was typical for a Caucasian male in a developed country. He kept [...]
“Can I stay?” He leaned against the jam of the door. Tweed against timber. Behind him darkness. Despite all my thoughts, now was the moment of choosing. My heart was beating loudly in my chest. I looked back at the room, the artifacts of my domesticity. In that second, somebody else in me said yes. [...]
It didn’t rain for three months in the summer of nineteen eighty four. “This is how the Romans built drains,” he said. His hands were leathery and he smelled like history. I smelled it again in the Cathedral at Rouen. They too were our people. He handled a large rectangular cuboid shaped stone. An igneous [...]
On one side of the room, there are those who want to project to others that they know a thing or two about food. They gesticulate passionately, because it makes them look Italian and therefore more authentic. For these people, a familiarity with the intricacies of this vintage and that, or that culinary term and [...]
Alexander Lutchek refused to be wet. This resolution passed through his mind as he stood outside the “Hot Yoga” studio on Connecticut Avenue in Washington DC. To those passing by, including the local artist, Thomas Brown (who would later that evening paint the most famous work of his life, Connecticut Clown), Lutchek presented a most [...]
My grandfather was a farmer, by which I mean he was endowed with all the wisdom and knowledge that one can only absorb through a childhood and several decades spent in dialogue with nature in all her many forms. I used to spend my summers on his farm. He would greet me at the start [...]
When I realize something, I often look back and see a path connecting things I previously knew so that my realization becomes at once revelatory and obvious. Several neurons in my brain rush to meet each other and then slow as they approach, realize that they have been neighbors all this time and then conclude [...]
For now, it is not important why I am in a wooden crate in a warehouse on the outskirts of Toronto. And you should not let your curiosity fool you into thinking that the series of events that led me to being in this situation is anything other than banal and commonplace. Some of your [...]
