Exclusive
It’s a lovely phone, don’t you think? It works, too. Or it would work if I had a landline and a converter. And somebody to call.
urban bohemian life
In search of
Maybe I’m chasing rainbows, but I’ve heard so much talk about how tomatoes used to taste or could or should taste that I’ve come to imagine something equal parts mango, prime rib and peyote. Do such tomatoes really exist? Really, really? I ask because the best tomatoes I’ve ever eaten were just tomatoes.
Ennui
She says she has nothing to look forward to anymore, that she’s just waiting to die. Not that she wants to die, mind you, but she’s unmotivated. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeping in its petty pace from day to day. We admit to each other that ennui is a First World affliction. Shameful, we say. Yet we aren’t sufficiently […]