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New York City

Senseless

Last night I dreamt about a god who was angry because the noise of humanity prevented him from sleeping.

New York City

Lung

Dig the old lady who cut a tiny hole into her surgical mask so she can keep smoking her Benson & Hedges.

New York City

Suspension

These are long days of suspension. For a moment I convince myself that everything is just fine. That I must have imagined the whole thing.

New York City

Cross

Ash Wednesday and people walk the streets with smudged crosses on their foreheads. A beautiful ritual, ancient and haunted.

New York City

Ghost

The first gods must have been born while we slept.

New York City

Dreams

Waking up this morning, the world doesn’t feel much different from the illogic of sleep.

Utö

Cabin

I stared at the empty cabins along the shore, half-wondering if I was still dreaming about my father.

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