Sublime

inscrutability

tatami.

for me at that very moment. Instead

OUR NEWSPAPER is delivered by a middle-aged Iranian driving a Nissan Sentra. Something about the car makes me uneasy—the car waiting with its headlights on, at dawn, as the man places the newspaper on the front steps. I tell myself I have reached an age, the age of unreliable menace. The world is full of abandoned meanings. In the commonplace I fin

If you’re in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.

hypnagogic

tortured. Another came from across the corridor, the same