Unanchored
The bird lands on a self checkout machine then flies back up to the next floor. Realizing we’re the only two living things in this little world, I follow it. To my relief, the box store gives me up with little issue.
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And I’ll be All Alone
Supposedly, it’s 2:00 AM. Alex glares sideways at every clock he sees, letting his head spin in that direction until it loops back into him. Having spent years doing everything he could possibly do in his apartment, he centers himself to the task of pushing his window open. The headlights of a car briefly blind him as the light scatters through the glass, setting off a glowing set of fractals.
He’s on the porch roof now, and the lights swirl into a starry night sky. The stars connect into constellations and shift over time. Not the petty parallel movement of hours or seasons, but the unrecognizable change from eons of the sun circling the galaxy. He leans back against the house’s plastic siding and curls into something much smaller than himself and waits for the stars to notice his reticence and reach out for him themselves.
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Although I Have Never Read Proust, I Too Have Eaten the Madeleines.
Every fragrance I own holds memories for me. They’ve been with me in the best and worst of times. I mourn every bottle I’ve finished, and I anticipate the memories I will someday make with different perfumes.
Dear Harvey
I just turned 25! It was a Sunday birthday, one with a lot of quiet moments and time for reflection and from that clarity I’ve decided there’s something I need to confess. December 2021, the 22nd specifically, we hung out without you. I don’t think it makes me evil necessarily but you can’t have secrets between friends and I think you should know.