Listening is a dead art, and changing a deader one still. Continue reading The They
We soon stumbled into small pods of humans, gathered around the makeshift memorials we’d seen on TV for the past two weeks. The scene washed over us and we were drowning, suddenly living an unnecessary history, enmeshed in solemn unity. Continue reading An American in Paris, Now
Paris is burning. I wish that were some sort of metaphor. But it was literally true on Friday evening, New Jersey time. As I boarded yet another quotidian Newark-to-San Francisco flight, the news was scrolling madly. Mass shooting at a … Continue reading Nous Allons à Paris, Punks
Today’s the day that I…do we still have ice cream? Continue reading What If I Were Serious?
A short explanation of the lack of explainability of things. Continue reading Untitled, New York