Up

If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets. When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality. This […]

Ascension

I was a solipsist, to the chagrin of an important boyfriend. I told him I wasn’t sure other people existed, he told me he was afraid I was a sociopath. How do you know, though? Barbara Ehrenreich, in Living With A Mad God, writes about being a solipsist until she was in her early twenties. […]

Raft

I went somewhere I could see the sky, they talk about sky in Montana, I have been there, we have as much. Sky. The stairs up, up two stories, metal stairs, open, a little scary, and the High Line once I’m up there makes me a little agoraphobic. It makes the city zoom up around […]

The Real Criminals

I was sitting on the train looking out the open doors to the platform, the doors were open, a woman took out a book without looking at it, a yellow paperback, and she held it up, upside-down, then she looked down, and she turned it around. The class I was in was about resurrection, and […]