Category: Personal
If you’re looking for my samples folder, it’s here.
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What I see
…there is a texture to my vision, like blotting paper or drifting static, with patches of brightness and darkness. It trembles and roils, never keeping still… bubbles drift slowly across my vision, giving me bokeh or lens flares. ..
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How are we not talking about the corpses?
How are we not talking about the corpses? It’s not like you haven’t seen them – you can’t miss them. When I take the kids out, I see them constantly. Every minute another one, battered or slumped or swollen with gas or smashed apart or flattened. Large and small, old and young. When I’m looking…
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Gone When I’m Dead
Gripping the edge of mountains and looking down: Masada when I was 13, belly-crawling to the edge to see a disappointing stretch of sand; Scafell, in a snowstorm, huddling in a lee with friends before the clouds broke; Striding Edge, in the snow, where the hunter and his horse fell; the Roaches, in the snow,…
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There’s nice.
“…a fascinating trip through the philosophical canon, showing how games illustrate key existential questions.”
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Margaret & Richard
…and I’m still working on the feature at 4am. I miss the dawn I’m writing so hard, lightening paragraphs with sips of akavit. I roll into bed at 6.30am, next to a sleeptalking V, and doze off… …”MARGARET” comes the cry, jolting us both awake.
{funambulism} 