As I was walking across 14th street to end this academic saga I saw myself being hit by a car, all five copies of 60-page theses fluttering around me like bird thoughts fleeing out of my soul. And there I would be, lifeless on the asphalt with one of my greatest loves paginated there among the blood and now-empty eyes ( Read more... )

There are these nights when I lie awake and think about all these remembered bodies, out there, under their own skin. Inhabiting disjoined beds and orphaned thoughts. There are these moments when I am painfully aware of separation. And I think to myself it's a damn shame we're not all in the same bout of whispering architecture. One big envelope to ( Read more... )