He was a seasoned veteran in the art of apartment hunting by now. And yet, for all his moves, both… Read more And How’s the Plumbing Here?
Tag: Paris
La Pagode
François-Émile Morin was not accustomed to needing to woo anyone. His business prowess and correlating bank account spoke for itself.… Read more La Pagode
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
Home Is Where the Deranged Are (Or Were, And Will Be Again)
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)
Chirpy
They were chirping earlier and earlier. As though out of spite for any being that might deign to sleep in.… Read more Chirpy
The Nullification of Brain Infection As A Result of Diminished Exposure to Street Advertisements
The celebrities were growing increasingly depressed. And, of course, their depression far outweighed that of the average “non-person.” These were… Read more The Nullification of Brain Infection As A Result of Diminished Exposure to Street Advertisements
A Message to the Aristocrat: Don’t Wear Hermès or Chanel, Unless It’s Their Hand Sanitizer
The rich could still afford to buy their favorite luxury brands if they wanted to, of course. But it wasn’t… Read more A Message to the Aristocrat: Don’t Wear Hermès or Chanel, Unless It’s Their Hand Sanitizer
A Factotum at the Factory
Like every outing, whether trivial or not, even the “simple” act of throwing oneself into the roulette-like fray of humanity… Read more A Factotum at the Factory
The Corybantic Courier
It was the time of year when, all at once, everyone had a message or package to deliver. Something of… Read more The Corybantic Courier
Papa, Pigalle
In the beginning, he felt strangely about it. Picking up his daughter in the late morning, taking her around town… Read more Papa, Pigalle
