Sublime

out into the night, with the statue of the bird staring off at the sky, as always. No lights shone inside May

For decor, the identity-less apartment had a huge print of a photograph of the Brooklyn Bridge, which made me feel like I hadn’t gone anywhere after leaving New York. Even though I had selected for that kind of aesthetic, the standardization seemed excessive for one of the more physically isolated places in the world.

As I sit alone with these words, I think about how brave he was in so many ways, and how brave he was to go into that studio every day with his demons and his angels, and labor to put them on canvas.

window. She stared longingly into the boundless gray distance as if far, far on the other side of Lake Michigan lay China.