I write stuff. Some of it can be found in Throughput, my Medium publication.
The moment that I signed the dotted line,I felt a love so unconventional.Her love for me could not be by design,According to her software manual.
I can’t resist a good garage sale. Or a bad one.
Garage sales, estate sales, open houses.
See this man sleeping in a pose like a corpse in a coffin? This is Lazarus Tax. (No relation to the Biblical Lazarus. Unlike that Lazarus, this one seems unlikely to come back to life.)
She can’t remember much. Why she’s there on the beach, where she was going, where she came from. The answers to those questions were lost to the rising sun, her mind clearing like clouds separating over the open waters of the sea.
I’m standing there with the razor, wondering if I could do it. Wondering why I would do it. What would be the reason?
It’s a safety razor, though, and I’m already halfway through shaving.