Wraiths appear for Ida as they have nightly for almost two weeks, in five second increments, between the hours of seven and ten p.m.
Tuesday dreams of ants. They circle a glass of water in the morning.
“Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding.” —Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
Peter had only just finished rereading his favorite book, about an ape and a canine, when a rock hit his living room window.
I shave my face and listen to Philip Larkin on YouTube when I feel too high to exist.
My writing seems on hold for the week as my girlfriend and I purchase a home. My drinking is not on hold.
Life is the liquid in a glass half full. And your friends are bobbing in it, alongside you, until they're not.
