dreams
- What happened here
This gently declining space that has been nothing but an office since December and will soon be nothing at all to me, this place I will empty and vacate in the next few hours, has seen everything from drug withdrawal to the first stirrings of childbirth. Happiness, anguish, farting and honeymoons. Everything. Everything but death.
- Number Nine
Early this morning, in my last deep sleep, I was tormented by a nightmare concerning our three-year-old. In my dream, she was chasing some happy bauble. Call it a big floating bubble filled with sunshine. The bubble blew out of the park. She ran after it. I ran after her.
The bubble floated above a big [...]- Don’t sleep here
Barely noticed in the builders’ gold rush, the poorest poor, pushed off the benches of Madison Square Park, take shelter in the very construction sites that signify their doom. (Photo essay.)
- God Knocks
“It’s becoming a bedroom community for people who work on Wall Street,” the Wife says of our beloved NYC. Today a small one-bedroom costs over a million. But if Osama bin Laden could not chase us off this island, neither will housing prices. Which brings me to God and the knocking sound.
- How to make love to a ghost
Sunday morning, while dreaming, I began receiving messages from the other world. They covered matters of etiquette when interacting with the dead, and even offered glimpses of what the spirit life is like. They were also the perfect content for Twitter.