Nonfiction – Issue 5

I don’t believe in god, but I like asking him for favors . . .

My friend Rafael says that the thing about dying in New York is, it doesn’t last very long. I tell him I’m not sure I know what he means by this, and I’m not sure he knows, either . . .

A huge wall of windows looked out onto the thirteen planes, and scooting baggage cars, and the sideways rain. It’s not the way I remembered Dublin . . .

For a moment, you are in absolute bliss. You are a link on the chain of the eternal . . .