Gah, that’ll take a thousand hours! Any time I’m impatient, I think of this.
Simon says drink your coffee. Simon says get dressed and collect your things. Simon says get on the train. Burst into tears on the train. Simon says read before class. Simon says play nicely with the other kids and be cordial. Simon says run up five flights of stairs. Get dizzy, fall, pass out. Simon says put your shaky hands under the desk. Simon says stay alert and sit up straight,...
Okay, so a few days ago, I was sitting on the train, minding my own business, blasting Gogol Bordello on my Zune. As I sit there, off in space, a college-aged looking guy comes and plunks down next to me (minding you that there is almost a full train of empty seats, and only one or two other people in our compartment). He motions for me to pull out my ear buds, and asks if I’m Russian. I...
“Death is at your shoulder, is your shadow, your scent, your waking and dreaming companion. You cannot help, when sleep begins to touch your eyes, but think: What if? What if? And in that question, there is a longing, too much like the longing of a young girl in love. The sickness occupies your every thought, breathes like a lover at your ear; body, each inch of skin and flesh, and you let...