Ostkreuz
If the passengers were to speak with their tongues, who knew what kind of indecencies would emerge?
Nonfiction
Coming Home
Everyone is always ripped open here–it must be something in the air.
bitch
He told himself that he was disgusted by his behavior and couldn't believe that he was able to stoop so low.
Forfeiture of Nuance in the Rise of AI
What happens to artists if society settles for mediocrity?
A to Z
An Encyclopedic essay
Divorce-o-rama: Divorce as a Dark Ride
You smile and feel hopeful and don’t mind the empty heads, and you imagine your own children and husband fondly.
I Went to Disney World and All I Got Was This Identity Crisis
They were all still out there. Working. Moving. Climbing. And, while it was still too fresh for me to envy them to any great extent, it wasn’t too soon to start feeling like an outcast.