Dreams are bullshit and mean nothing, generally. But sometimes they can be used to reveal where your head’s at. Here’s where my head’s at: I’m hanging out with a lot of people, out in the world. Finally, there’s society. We’re talking, having fun. Sun’s out and everything’s green and warm. Blue sky day. This girl […]
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Dark York
And then there was that time I got laid off and drove up from Texarkana to Fayetteville AR pumping Le1f out my buzzing car speakers, like I was up on the new-new NYC sound tip and was so woke I would peel the eyelids back on any redneck whose truck I passed with just my […]
A Continental Series of Tubes
By the way, Paris Metro subways are beautiful and not as sketchy as one would read, even though it might be smart to keep your belongings as close to you as possible. The stations are wide like squashed ovals, and have lots of seating and signage. Don’t expect to lay down if you’re stuck in […]
Fold, Stack, Wipe, Wash
One observation I have about Europe is how common it is for residents to have cloth napkins at their dinner tables. I don’t mean the thick, rich satin, fine-dining cloth napkins; I mean basic, all-cotton square cloths. Bedsheet material. Most households have holders for them on their tables, like a flat dish or tray, usually […]
Tomorrow’s Naïveté, Abroad
Once upon a time, three months ago, I was reading a Rick Steves’ European travel book from 2012 and having predictive visions of what Europe would be like once I finally got there. And I forgot those memories until just now. And damn, they are quaint memories of the future. They just don’t jive with […]