Imaginative acts were denounced as vectors of postcolonial oppression.

I feel great sadness over my anger at your continued presence.

Although he had longed for it, after retiring from teaching and moving to a house in the woods, he became severely depressed. The diagnosis: loss of horizon.

When does “verge of collapse” become actual collapse?

He sat reading in the darkening room. The book was a true account of an unschooled man who’d devised his own system of mathematics based on a series of dreams. The man in the book believed this knowledge had come from God.
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He was reading the book with a flashlight because the electricity had been turned off. He put the book aside and took another sip of gin. If only God would tell him what to do. It wouldn’t even need to be God—any benevolent spirit, living or dead, would be welcome.

Fathers, sons, baseball: bad movies

In the daytime you cling to life with fierce desperation, but you often go to bed not caring if you ever wake up.

He didn’t want to be that guy who didn’t want to be that guy.

He is survived by his Instagram feed and beloved Spotify playlist.

Lost in a forest of assumptions.

We all have those rare friends who seem to generate an irresistable force field that draws people to them. I have the opposite power; my side of the room is always dependably empty and silent.