Sublime

Tudo era esperado, tudo era igualmente desimportante.

zelkova tree

John Updike’s The Centaur,

There’s this bar in the city that Luka and I like to go to. The beer is cheap, the floors are sticky, and when I kick the jukebox in the bottom right corner, it’ll play Ella Fitzgerald thirteen times in a row exactly. It’s perfect.

moping around the back storeroom of the Heaven & Earth Grocery Store, the sole Jewish grocery in Chicken Hill.

She was a harbinger of the sub rosa, the new world awaiting me in just a few weeks.

Mephistopheles,”

On this particular cold and drizzly Friday night, Lidl was also a place to hide. He did not want to go home. Friday nights, traditionally assigned to partying and relief and enjoyment, were becoming increasingly depressing. He did not want to go home at the end of yet another week to the woman standing at the sink with the different mouth, to feel

incandescent.