Each morning he stepped out, felt the air on his skin, and gave thanks for this new reprieve.

1) thought
2) first draft
3) revision
4) deletion

He’d finally reached a minimum level of accommodation to his perception of reality.

It had taken her three days to process his words, and now she couldn’t breathe. It was like she was drowning—drowning in air.

He had recently noticed that the act of shampooing also kept his fingernails clean. In this way a glance at his hands provided immediate feedback as to the condition of his hair.
Currently: not good

Maximum number of sounds heard simultaneously:

Beneath the zeitgeisty affectations he was an old school creepy letcher photographer guy.

All I can trust right now is this chair, bobbing between glaciers somewhere in the black North Atlantic.

Last week we had dinner together for the first time in 20 years. In the long run, gravity always wins.