The Throwback Special
I have zero interest in football, which can make it challenging to move through American life.
Reading List
The idea of converting my library into pixels on a screen frightens me. Books are meant to be highlighted and dog-eared, their spines cracked and lying facedown on the kitchen table. This how they become part of the scenery and signposts for our memories.
The Haunting of Hill House
Hill House, famously not sane, bothers the soul because Jackson describes the perception of horror, not the horror itself.
The Fifth Child
Maybe I was primed for horror because I woke before dawn on a Sunday morning.
Clichés Are Learned the Hard Way
I Put a Lot of Faith in Office Products to Solve My Existential Problems
My map is upside down, inscrutable, and probably for a different planet.
Somnambulist
Gaps and Threads
Midwinter Inventory
While explaining myself to the grumpy clerk behind the glass, I realized I had no idea where I legally lived.
The Memory Police
Broken Scales
Crossroads
Burn yourself completely.
Oryx and Crake
Temptation
Clay
The Fuzzy Line Between Media Consumption and My Soul
Weird
Genre
Glum
Fugue
Attending to the World
Our Broken Sky
Between the Stories
The Woman in the Dunes
This story has seeped into my dreams, grinding at my thoughts like sand in the teeth.
