‘I’ve been dead for fucking years.’

A short, short on a radical character inspired by some of the amazing characters in some of Dostoevsky's works. The note I played was subtle, I had hoped it had been hardly—if ever—heard. I had hoped the note was the ominous space left tickling an ear follicle with the utmost slender tone, a taste so … Continue reading ‘I’ve been dead for fucking years.’

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Cale’s Liquor

I am in a liquor store with cream linoleum tiles, white plaster walls, flickering yellow and white lights, and aisles made of racks of disheveled booze. On the counter is "rentable wine" which are bottles of wine with the foils removed and the corks sticking part of the way out. I have been looking at … Continue reading Cale’s Liquor