Concerned Friend: Let me get this straight. Your hair was on fire and your priority was your weed?
Florida man: I mean no matter what my hair was already on fire.


“They will dig at our bones as we did the dinosaurs’. And when they find yours and my bones twisted up in each other, they will create a great creature out of us.”
From the universal lettering of Bauhaus to Gaga dance, on art as silent revolution.


“Without telling her mother, Antonia bought her first Summer Fridays after a tanless summer spent marinating in a boardwalk pizza shop with dough-crusted fingernails and a horrendous lime green apron, getting tipped in pennies and the occasional seashell.”

“Suppose Father had gone to heaven. Wasn’t he born there, then, again? Every birth, thus, was a death. A death from nothingness.”

In suburbia, there isn’t much to do except go out to eat. Here are some spots a little further from campus that are worth the fifteen-dollar Uber.

A burgundy ant scampers along an iron windowsill, weaves manically around bits of old dust as if they’re skyscrapers. Dust picks up, sometimes, when the train car door opens. Makes me sneeze. Take a bite from my organic wrap – hand-packed the way my mother does it. Her mother would wrap grape leaves around loaves…
Dear friends, Around the North and South poles, glaciers have formed over thousands of years of snowfall accumulation, each year’s fresh snow compressing past layers to create glacial ice. Researchers drill over a mile deep into these glaciers to retrieve what are called ice cores, cylindrical relics of the deep past. Ice, in capturing…

“Today I am a disposable torso, a hipbone, a back: drained of your attraction.”

Revisiting Damien Chazelle’s La La Land as a eulogy for lost dreams of Technicolor.

When I was five, I stole five dollars from your bedside table, but I felt too guilty to spend it. When we went through the house, I took your favorite wallet and put the five dollars in it. I went to the bank to get pennies because you always had pennies in your wallet. Having…
“The man wandering through Chinatown called his pregnant wife and told her he’d found a new tenant for the second floor of their brownstone. The tenant’s name was Mary.”

Concerned Friend: Let me get this straight. Your hair was on fire and your priority was your weed?
Florida man: I mean no matter what my hair was already on fire.