On Troped I wrote...
“Gooooood morning.” Enwrapped in the overcast sky, enwrapped in the eulogy of the low light of his room, Allen rubs his eyes. He isn’t speaking to anyone—just remarking on the lateness of his waking: 11:36am. Days like this…
August 27 2011, 11:00am
On Troped I wrote...
“So, there you go,” Jason says as he picks the little robot up off the floor; a dome with “eyes” painted on it and three small rubber wheels. The automaton is not much larger than his hand. When…
April 8 2011, 8:00pm
On Troped I wrote...
For two years Jason has not known the name of the little French cafe across Hudson Street from his apartment. And at this point he would rather not know. Names have a way of dominating things, corralling off…
October 26 2008, 1:00pm
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“I don’t mind doing this—it’s just that I would like to understand it.” “You will,” Gene says, as he looks up to eye the CCTV camera on the corner of the ceiling of the porch. “Do you know…
October 25 2008, 1:08am