Wandering Hither and Yon

The Curtain makes a certain sound as it is drawn back to reveal the stage: A long sustained shuuuuuush, as its deep red velvet drags across the polished floor. But to describe it is not to hear it, for as that simple sound rises all others diminish, and the world outside slowly fades into a [...]

Incense, she said, should be like a memory of itself. Or like the first distant notes of an imaginary song. Or maybe, she said, like a poem you love, whose words you can understand, but whose meaning remains obscured. Or a slice of asian pear, whose juice, watery and faint, eaten on a spring afternoon, [...]

My Mom has a Cat, named Tobey, whom she adores. And Tobey, in turn, being a Cat, adores catnip, rolling in ecstasy at the merest whiff. One Evening, however, my Mom asks me to stop giving him “that stuff”, for, as she informs me, sipping her glass of wine, she doesn’t like her Cat to [...]

We’ve turned into this nation of overfed clowns, riding around in clown cars, eating clown food, watching clown shows. We’ve become a nation of cringing, craven fuckups.” – James Howard Kunstler, The Long Emergency Would someone please just pass me the goddamn nachos … Please ?