Sublime

Seuss shirt, got in bed, and started writing in my notebook. I kept thinking about the uneven quality of time—the way it was almost always so empty, and then with no warning came a few days that felt so dense and alive and real that it seemed indisputable that that was what life was, that its real nature had finally been revealed. But then time pas

He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.

By the time she was done with all of the refrigerators, the apartment was filled with the bass chorus of all the motors, a low, confident hum that to Rina was the sound of safety.

My host was a young man who ran a literary series. He was a lovely guy, single-handedly bringing all kinds of authors to Tulsa, and what’s more, getting Tulsans to come see the authors. You can get authors to go anywhere, to the ends of the earth, to Tulsa even; it’s getting their audience to leave the house that’s difficult.