The Ruins of Nostalgia
Excerpts from “Rhapsody”
Downward Social Comparison, Sparkling Water, Focused Melancholy, the Death of the Monument, and a Diligent Appeal to Noise | Eulogy Template | Conscious Uncoupling
4.25.17 | Dear Melissa:
From “Like Honey”
Margot as a Unit of Space | All My Boyfriends Love my Father the Best | How They Die
Thomas Alva Edison Memorial Park | Masters of Decimals | The Sanitarium of Chuchon
Proclaim & Write So | See
An inverted, roughly triangular reflection projected into the darkness a few feet outside the bus window . . .
I cannot pick up a child, grate a hunk of hard cheese, fold towels, play volleyball, be on the beach, in the sun, in the rain, in the snow . . .
I was in bed reading Leopardi on vastness, a subject that since a little after one a.m. had overwhelmed me, like a cascade overwhelms a leaf . . .
Manny was bleeding and would probably be dead in an hour or two. Still, I couldn’t get Ana off me . . .
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 . . .