What put me together like a statue made out of living human? The hands of my mother’s womb? Look here. My own hands. They make love to no one, they build nothing. They sleep, they type, they perform slow errands. Slave to brain. Pale and repetitive. Like pulling out a quarter pressed against my palm […]
The two of them had grown used to arguing all morning, without fatigue. They would never say what it was really about. We don’t love each other right now? If I do love you, I regret it? It was always this way, like a coordinated hunt for something too startled to be approached directly. Hunters […]
A romantic comedy is sidetracked by the suicide of the protagonists’s son, forcing the film to become a lyrical meditation on death, suffering, and the perseverance of joy. A spy thriller becomes a surrealist horror as both agents and global criminals reveal themselves as demons of a protagonist’s insanity. A sitcom where one beautiful woman […]
Think of Gabriel Garcia Márquez at home, writing, smoking cigarettes. He knows he can write a masterpiece, and he knows how to do it. My grandparents’ home. That certain tone. In vapors, in colors, in before-words, the blueprint exists. If he does not stalk the tiger and kill it now, it will escape him. So […]
Before turning twenty-three Hendrik had begun to suspect that, contrary to the longstanding opinions of those who loved him, he was not lazy, he was not necessarily happier being idle, and although he had refused to hold a job for longer than a month, preferring instead to live in Rebecca’s apartment under the premise that […]