I am going to mount my radiators on the wall this week like I’ve been meaning to do since my dad brought them up for me back after Christmas and by radiators I mean once I had an art show and I built out of cardboard some radiators, and I am going to mount them on the wall of my room above the red couch which has a bit more give than I’d like but it was there in my room when I moved and that was really something I thought since normally what I’d buy would be in all likelihood pale grey but this was red and that’s something, it really is, and they’ll be next to the deer head and across from the painting that always goes by my bed and then soon over my bed I’ll make some window frames because fuck it. These days I am nannying because it’s worked out like that and in the mornings why not build some things and input edits and look out in the world for things as though the world was a place that had anything for me at all because hey who knows because life, it is a mystery, and everyone, they must stand alone
Hello! Maybe you know that I spent about 9 months writing a novel that I am editing right now, maybe you know that Bomb published an excerpt a while back, maybe you know all kinds of things, but did you know that today another excerpt was published? It starts like this
He was walking past some train tracks when suddenly there was a lady tied to them, and so he reached for his knife and slit the knot as tenderly as he could muster and fell to the side and grabbed her with his mouth to better pull her to an area resembling safety. He dusted off his pants. She asked him if he had put her there and he told her that he did not believe that he had.She told him that that made sense. She told him how generally it was men that did this. She told him how they generally twirled their mustaches and had a general air in general of fear and of panic manifesting itself as a sort of abuse of power to compensate for their total lack of understanding of how to deal with their fear and panic, which they assumed they alone felt, and that, additionally, this made them weak in the eyes of others, and unlikely to receive their long past due and much-deserved compensation and/or blowjobs. She told him how anyone who didn’t go around experiencing a general air of fear and panic at the world as it presented itself to them was either not looking at the world at all, or somehow they were some sort of total aberration, untouched by doubt and worry, and wholly unable to empathize with their fellow humans. She said Like a mountain. Or a bandit. He said How are bandits not an act of fear and panic? She said They just aren’t.
and can be found here.