The smell of body odor permeated the bowling alley. My date was looking good — magenta eye shadow and a green, glittery scrunchie holding up her hair in a wild side-pony. “So you work at Foot Locker, huh?” I asked as I laced up my clownish bowling shoes. We were…

like any great gift, you start to wonder if you deserve it it’s a force, at once so natural and yet sort of unfamiliar… I wonder what to do with this strength — how should I wield this power? of course, there’s that part of me that knows I shouldn’t rely…

I don’t know where my cat is. She’s gone missing. It’s not just that she’s not here. All her things are gone too. Her litter box. Her toys. The giant carpeted treehouse thing she always slept in. I looked in the cupboard where I kept all her food. That was…

notes of possibility on a dank and quiet subway ride …abandoned… no, abandoned isn’t quite the word — more accurate would be ‘left alone’ without a stitch, and with some sort of appetite… the printer doesn’t work no more — it craves the distant past too much and what’s the…

you need boredom to spur the insight you need quiet to ignite the flame… in your eyes, to be still is lazy but in the internal world of creation, the laziest is king… you might make decisions quickly or enforce your peremptory ways, but I say you have no vision if…

My job was to roam around Earth collecting random losers. The more pathetic the better. I’d spend countless hours searching for the right kind of misfortunate soul. Then I’d bring them back to my clinic and fix them up. …

this annoying sound has been going on outside the crater, at night especially… the closest thing I can compare it to is like those sexed-up cicadas, all congregating, shaking their membranes together, assaulting the ear-drum — remember how they’d always hang around at the end of summer? …

our damaged ship has now become a home — it’s the most expensive apartment I’ve ever lived in I didn’t realize it at the time, but crashing into the crater was quite fortunate — it sort of lodged the shuttlecraft into an inconspicuous pit, a ravine of sorts, a miraculous…

Lucinda called them dash-rabits… lightning quick, two-legged bunnies, as fast as cheetahs and as bouncy as kangaroos the sky is always a purple-gray and the air a condensed irradiated mist, complex and yet serene… I walk through it and at once I feel both warm and cool, and somehow, completely…