Last, Last, And Last
Then there is a moment where my friend grabs his father’s hair at its roots and his father’s undamaged eye stops rolling in its socket…
Where Words Come From
This year, a dismissive and slightly apologetic shrug at that problem hasn’t sufficed for any of my or others’ purposes. Emails asking, “What’s next?” accumulate in my inbox and remain unanswered. I can’t bring myself to respond to affable requests for guidance.
Why New Year’s Resolutions Are Complete Bullshit
And yet, things will change. They won’t change today, or even tomorrow, but maybe on February 20the, or in the spring, or on the third Friday in July. New Years is so bad for us because it demands revolution from an unwilling and unready vessel.