Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
"By implication we orphans were idiots of connectivity, overly impressed by any trace of the familial in the world. We should doubt ourselves any time we imagined a network in operation. We should leave that stuff to Minna. Just as he knew the identity of our parents but would never reveal it to us, only... Continue Reading →
"I once heard Perkus Tooth say that he’d woken that morning having dreamed an enigmatic sentence: 'Paranoia is a flower in the brain.' Perkus offered this, then smirked and bugged his eyes–the ordinary eye, and the other. I played at amazement (I was amazed, anyway, at the fact that Perkus dreamed sentences to begin with).... Continue Reading →
You know, we all have our own opinions, but what do you think is the determining characteristic that separates the have's from the have not's? What, if anything makes one better than the other? Well in Dangerous Illusions you realize that besides the multi-million dollar bookshelves, the ownership of antique musical instruments, insider or privileged... Continue Reading →
"Alliances with the devil often manifest themselves in virtuosic mastery of an instrument." An angelic young girl with winning good looks and a extraordinary talent for tickling the ivories; physically has all the potential a parent could want for in a prodigy in the making. Couple that with a fearlessness, curiosity, and a thirst for... Continue Reading →
"Without thinking further, Diaz lifted his left leg and scrambled over the jersey wall. There were only a couple of feet between the curved concrete of the wall and the solid white line of the shoulder. He hewed to the wet, narrow space, absorbed the rush of air from passing cars time and again, ignored... Continue Reading →
" ' What other bands were you with, hon?' The tired ostrich spoke slowly. 'I was with The Fuck Yous, and before that I was with Spontaneous Inventions,' I spontaneously invented. 'I knew the Fuck Yous from the Bay Area about ten years ago,' the acoustic guitarist mentioned. Aside from her seam of holes,... Continue Reading →
"I always had this feeling that there were two worlds. The one we live in, you know, just streaming along, future into present into past, recorded distortedly in people's minds, and this other world: stock footage. Small integers of life, I mean life in quotes, which represent whatever did take place, whether or not what's... Continue Reading →
“She died in my arms saying, “I don’t want to die.” That is what death is like. It doesn’t matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn’t matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we could never have war anymore.” Children in books or movies that... Continue Reading →
"But what about her uncle? She had so little to go on, practically nothing of any substance, and yet he loomed so large over the entire household. He was a mythic creature, a legend. It was impossible to imagine him as the father at a wedding. Dancing? Rejoicing? He slipped out of all the scenarios... Continue Reading →
" 'Negative thoughts back you into a corner,' her mother said to her, smiling, one afternoon after returning from a picnic with the baby in Flushing Meadows Park. 'They multiply and surround you. Don't think of what you don't have. Try to focus on the simple pleasures.' It was rich, this spouting of shibboleths, this... Continue Reading →
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