Glissade

When the second punch meets K’s lips, he is still imagining this is not happening.

Apropos of writing an essay on the experience of plodding through a difficult time in my life, I have been thinking about what suffering means for the artist. The process of writing that essay, as one would expect, was a dark affair layered with distress and pain. I wrote in spurts, never steadily, as both …

The language of love is cliched. The language of marriage, the institution of love, is also cliched.

You are careful not to build castles on her words like the fool in your Sunday school lesson who built his house on sand.

We do not need an intense Courtroom drama to let me go.

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