The street was desolate. Or at least devoid of age-appropriate people to Sandoval’s twenty-six years. He hadn’t realized that so… Read more La Fille en Néon
The street was desolate. Or at least devoid of age-appropriate people to Sandoval’s twenty-six years. He hadn’t realized that so… Read more La Fille en Néon
“Are you sure this isn’t, like, too weird? I know it’s ‘normal’ weird for the times, but is it maybe… Read more Silhouettes From the Dining Experience of Yore
They had spent so many months in peace. Without any of the capitalist pigs squealing about the streets to interrupt… Read more Home Is Where the Deranged Are (Or Were, And Will Be Again)
Of course, surveillance was necessary. How else was the government to track the unremitting number of COVID-19 cases? To get… Read more Survey Says
Going out again felt like rediscovering a new planet. Everywhere you went, there was something about the place that seemed… Read more Dressed in Garb to Administer Tear Gas
They were chirping earlier and earlier. As though out of spite for any being that might deign to sleep in.… Read more Chirpy
The Belgians remained, of course, very serious about their fries. A passion and history for the “dish” that led to… Read more Sex, Fries and Quarantine
Andy Warhol in self-isolation is having the time of his fucking life. Gabbing on the phone as usual, wanking to… Read more Andy Warhol in Self-Isolation
I am a good-for-nothing. All I do is generate content. More of the same, every day. Or so that’s what… Read more All You Do Is Generate Content
Back in the day, a woman’s decrepitude was the only thing that could keep her inside (while men–old, young, fat,… Read more Lazaretto Norma Desmond