All-purpose advice: wire now, detonate later.

After his death even his journals were found to consist of vague, ambiguous and purposely misleading statements.

It was a period in history when, for whatever reason, people by default ended up in Portland.

The promise of the future has receded into the distant past.

A few more moments of oblivion
before facing it all.

For years I saw him once a day with his after-work drink and loosened tie, desultorily watering the lawn with his free hand. After a few minutes she’d join him, in her Jackie Kennedy white pants, smoking a cigarette and regarding him through narrowed eyes. When he’d finished his drink he’d throw the ice in the bushes before they went back inside. I never figured out if they hated each other or were deeply in love.

With art, he said, it’s not the thing that’s the thing, it’s the thing behind the thing.

My grandfather’s revolver is in the lower left hand drawer of my desk, hidden under some old papers and artwork. I keep the bullets in a cigar box under the bed. Is there a “use by” date on bullets? They must be at least 50 years old.
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A few times a month I take the empty gun from the drawer and hold it to my temple. If someone asked why, I’d probably come up with something about “clearing the mind.” The truth is, I just like the way it feels.
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Last week for the first time I took a bullet from the cigar box, loaded it into the chamber and gave it a spin before holding the gun to my head. I can’t describe the surge of adrenaline as I visualized pulling the trigger.

The ego has 100,000 tricks, and once you’ve learned them, 100,000 more.

Shoveling wet, heavy snow in a rage, wind roaring in your ears, you find yourself hoping for a heart attack and thinking, how fucked up is that?

Whatever; if you say so. I grew up poor and afraid. I believe you more than I believe myself.

Passing the funeral parade, he noticed a woman in dark glasses stopped at a red light, weeping without consolation or restraint. How he envied that dead man.

The parallel life his father had always sensed, shimmering just out of reach, riding a limitless cusp of possibility that never materialized.

He led by example. Everything he did, I did the opposite.

Be the sound, not the hearing
The breath, not the breathing
The wind…
Did that work for you?
For a while.

symptom: fatigue
diagnosis: fatigue

When someone tells you they’re behind you “1000 percent,” you know you’re on the way out.

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