Four theories for a failed seduction | Kafkaesque

In vain did Casanova plead and protest; Delilah's version of events had won the jury easily and definitively. The more he tried to trace the faint outlines of romance that brought him to her chambers that fateful night, the clearer it became that all the signs and suggestions took place only in his mind, indeed, … Continue reading Four theories for a failed seduction | Kafkaesque →

Morning Shower People | in the voice of Attenborough

Ah, the morning shower person. Watch, as he crawls out of bed dragging the duvet with him. Soon he will find his way out of the bed sheets and emerge bipedal. It's fascinating.

in DM du Jour, a short piece on seasons changing

You own the song already | beginner guitar for ADHDs

You own the song already. You've been singing it for so long, mentally. You've been performing it, mentally, for an audience of you and your multitudes. You own the song but you can't play it yet. There are too many bass-walks and hammer-ons. There are upstrums. Soon as you get past the first couple measures … Continue reading You own the song already | beginner guitar for ADHDs →

The Omnivorous Diet | a diet

Down in the dank cave with blood in my mouth I gave myself a haircut and licked the floor clean of the clippings. I ate up the floor then munched on finger-long steel nails I picked out of my feet and even chewed on my own heart. Dug a burrow with my mouth that I … Continue reading The Omnivorous Diet | a diet →

7 Rules of Etiquette for a Masked Ball | after Bob Dylan, after a fashion

Do not discuss your vulnerability or your illness. If someone does, note their stature in the masquerade. If it is high, make a show of compassion or strength. If it is low, do nothing. Do not be decisive. If you have to accept something, do so reluctantly. If you have to decline, accept with enthusiasm … Continue reading 7 Rules of Etiquette for a Masked Ball | after Bob Dylan, after a fashion →

the flat considered as site of cthonic worship | towards a teleocapitalism of trash

It's the trash. It's always been the trash. Think about it. Every day we consume and it all goes through the flat. Food containers, old underwear, chicken bones, endless tissue paper, everything we do produces waste. Disposable income only means that you keep disposing your life through your paper, plastic, glass, organic and unrecyclable rubbish … Continue reading the flat considered as site of cthonic worship | towards a teleocapitalism of trash →

Tsundoku | an admonition

The trolley wheels creak along as I bring in another batch and scan the room for shelf space. I know the bookcases will have grown new alcoves and recesses connected to the old by some mysterious yet intoxicating logic. Yesterday you had a warped stained-glass-like pattern of armfuls of books crammed into crooked rectangles and … Continue reading Tsundoku | an admonition →

Raincheck | micro-play of our love lost, in the voices of Joan and Roger

[An abandoned hospital room -- frayed plastic flooring, dirty linen. The obligatory drip drip drip of the IV feed, the EKG keeping time. In the bed: I. On the TV, COVID-19 through 26 -- the news, always.] [It is now generally understood that the Earth is evil.] [Enter U.] I: Aha! The kiss of death. … Continue reading Raincheck | micro-play of our love lost, in the voices of Joan and Roger →

Two Snakes | parable of a meeting with my Shadow

Face-to-face interpersonal interactions with evil twins can be pretty stressful, so if you decide to try that, you need to choose people who are only “slightly evil twins,” so to speak. A substantive encounter with a full-blown evil twin can be so toxic that it takes years to get over it. Worse, if you fail … Continue reading Two Snakes | parable of a meeting with my Shadow →