the ball
“i walk down the hall and don’t see the world around me,
don’t notice the pictures on the wall,
pay no attention to the creaks my footfalls engender as i pass over sagging bits of floor…” Continue reading the ball
but I did everything right…
“I woke up for the third time after a night of fractured and difficult sleep and decided it was time to get up. Five minutes past six but my sleep had been miserable since two in the morning, partly because of the internal kerfuffle created by daylight savings time and partly because I forgot to wear my blue-filter glasses while playing on my phone last night…” Continue reading but I did everything right…
we don’t look up
“I realized as I approached my car in the underground parking lot, having walked by at least five people since exiting the escalator, that if one of the passers-by came up behind me and attacked, I’d have no way of identifying the perpetrator from the neck up.
As far as I was concerned, none of them had heads.” Continue reading we don’t look up
late night, stream of consciousness ramble
“It seems to me that the difference between sane and crazy is just a matter of degree. So, I’m not crazy, per se, I’m just a little more unwell than the rank and file.” Continue reading late night, stream of consciousness ramble
From Famine to Feast 