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
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)
They were chirping earlier and earlier. As though out of spite for any being that might deign to sleep in.… Read more Chirpy
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
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
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
In the beginning, he felt strangely about it. Picking up his daughter in the late morning, taking her around town… Read more Papa, Pigalle
They swarm the Louvre in droves. Attack the British Museum with their ignorance. Bombard the Vatican Museums with their selfie… Read more Keith Was Wrong: Art Isn’t For Everybody
The couples that naively flocked to Paris to celebrate themselves had no idea that, in so doing, they were sealing… Read more Les Amants Condamnés