I’m staring at a poster that reads “Can a fully grown woman truly love a MIDGET?” while downing my third Americano with grim determination. I’m feeling particularly destructive today. That always happens when I’m injured. My anger at my weakness metastasizes into an ugliness that can only be tamped with difficulty. Not that I’d ever act on it, of course. Even now, [Continued]
Light
There are days when an experience transcends the everyday. When a train ride becomes perfect, and is stamped into your memory. Perhaps it’s the light. From rain clouds that do not drain the sun, but capture it and magnify it and scatter it until the whole world shines. Inside, [Continued]
October 12th, 2009
