Sarah sighed and got out of bed, swinging her feet onto the thin carpet. It was a half an hour before she actually needed to get up, but sleep had only come intermittently: 15 minutes here, 30 minutes there. Pulling on and zipping up a purple hoodie, she walked over to the frosty window, which looked…Read more The Complex – Chapter VIII: “It’s Chill”
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The Complex – Chapter VI: Sophomore Year
Laying in her cramped, twin-sized bed Sarah listened to her house. The storm wouldn't let up. Outside, snow and wind pushed relentlessly against the facade, prompting creeks and moans. Even laying underneath a pile of blankets, Sarah bristled at both the sounds of the storm and the room's meatlocker-like temperature. The sealant around her bedroom's sole window was…Read more The Complex – Chapter VI: Sophomore Year
On Hank, Dodger, Sadie and My Contradictory First Year of Fostering
There are a lot of things you can do to understand yourself better: from getting your head shrunk by a quack, to writing dumb, rambling blog entries. I have done both in my life - sometimes to a nauseating degree. A more unconventional method, however, is the act of fostering dogs. Rarely have I had…Read more On Hank, Dodger, Sadie and My Contradictory First Year of Fostering
The Complex – Chapter I: The Night Shift
Six months had passed since he had accepted the job, a part-time position working nights. The apartment complex where the job was located was one of those relics erected at the height of suburban sprawl, resting on an isolated campus amidst freeways and thoroughfares like a mid-Atlantic island, catering solely to the automobile crowd. There…Read more The Complex – Chapter I: The Night Shift
You Have to Lose Yourself in People: On the Anti-porn Agenda and Myopic Gaze of Don Jon
Joesph Gordon Levitt is an enormously accomplished actor, that much seems certain. He is natural and assured whether he is appearing in the monstrous epics of Christopher Nolan or in small indies, such as Brick or Mysterious Skin. His new film and directorial debut Don Jon is similarly confident, parsing the different ways that one's…Read more You Have to Lose Yourself in People: On the Anti-porn Agenda and Myopic Gaze of Don Jon
The Building, The Memory
Buffeted by cars on the serpentine highway, he grips the wheel. The air whistles as the car hits 65. The landscape: a suburb, with cookie-cutter banality all around. None of it registers, none of it but one. On a grey hill, framed by a grey sky, there is a hotel. In this hotel there is…Read more The Building, The Memory
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