Category: MUSINGS

I would stare into my own eyes in the mirror at night, bright and glassy, buzzing with a kind of manic exhaustion, weeping and laughing in turns and at once as a bubbling stab of giddy heat would rise up from my crotch to my throat, carrying with it a deep and dizzying conviction that…

In the distance I saw a palm tree: An absurd thing to find in Queens, but I took it in delighted stride. It felt like a sort of divine symbol, and I was overcome with a rare serenity, a sense that perhaps what I had always felt to be two such disparate, disjointed extremities of…