Somewhere in the . . .

Somewhere in the last few years—and I can’t pinpoint exactly when—a vague yet almost overwhelming and irrational annoyance started tearing through me maybe up to a dozen times a day. This annoyance was over things so seemingly minor, so out of my usual field of reference, that I was surprised by how I had to… Continue reading Somewhere in the . . .

Black Sky

A letter story after Bret Easton Ellis. The funeral was horrible.  And you want me to say it wasn't.  And I want that, too.  But every time I lie, I feel worse.  I don't blame you. What to do.  Where to be.  What we should have done.  How it all might have been better.  Or… Continue reading Black Sky