I After failing his God Hill abandoned the city for a cheap studio in a town that found itself wedged between the interstate and nature's expanse. The blank checks that had sustained him didn't follow. He used his slowly dwindling funds on smokes and food and
Books * Susanna Clarke—Piranesi * Ramsey Dukes—Thundersqueak * Jennifer Dumpert—Liminal Dreaming * C.G. Jung—The Red Book * Samanta Schweblin—Fever Dream * Vladimir Sorokin—Blue Lard * Jim Woodring—One Beautiful Spring Day Music * The Bulgarian Women's Radio and Television Choir—Le Mystère Des Voix Bulgares * Sarah Davachi—Two Sisters
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Gradient by Elaine Mullen Gradient is a piece that I've been developing, in one form or another, for the past year or so. I stumbled upon its central idea while trying to make my own version of Mutable Instruments's incredible Eurorack module Marbles, and it sort
1. When K—— didn't show up for class one day we visited after school to (jokingly) heckle them, and knocked on their door, tapped the windows. Not even K——'s homebody grandmother answered, although we could see lights on through the shaded windows. 2. None of the
You may rely on it. One night Nell lets drop to Jordan she might've found where The Horse keeps his supply. She's sure, says she got the tip-off from a dude who worked for The Horse once. "Who works for him and then lives after
How to keep her from leaving: buy daisies, hide them behind your back, wait for the upturned lips that according to her is something called a smile. How to make up for it: drive her to pick up what's-his-name from school, and then go straight to the toy
I once came across an old man in my building's dumpster, who quivered with shallow breath. I asked if he needed help, and he shook his head. He explained he was a farmer who had no need to sell his crop anymore, which also happened to be himself.
For the last month, I've been following the titular idea from Anne-Laure Le Cunff's wonderful book Tiny Experiments and set a writing exercise for myself. The act of writing has as of late become a bit of a chore—the joy of trying new things and
seasonal affective disorder by Elaine Mullen