Money was no object. And yet why did it seem to rule over everything? "I'm the one with no money." So I hear the voice of my mother, washing clothes, fretting over the pieces of paper or styrofoam that have rattled around in the dryer tubing. They came out of my brother's uniform; he asked …
Recollections in an Interim
It was not often that I had a chance to be wholly removed from the outside world. As I sat here in the living room on the day of my mother’s 67th birthday, in the midst of a global pandemic that ravaged the city and continued to do so, despite the slight abatements in its …
Along the Asymptote
Work had started out rather busy today: there were a number of changes that needed to be made in light of the program cancellations from out virus outbreak. I had spent my entire day, so it seemed, creating presentations that in some way or another drew attention to the increased viewership of news programs; people …
Ne dis pas aux copains
"Do not tell our friends I love you more than anything else." Such are the opening words to France Gall's 60's pop song "Ne dis pas aux copains." And despite the crooning, melancholic melody that seems to permeate me - that seems to make me thing of endings, endings in the most gentle, bittersweet way …
On the Dissolution of My Sister’s Marriage and my Estrangement from UChicago
The marriage and the breakup - "a fixer-upper," no problem; The union of poor and wealthy a good idea, forever in theory And the brittleness of this bond. Nearly solvent: unsustainable, a bad financial circumstance. Everything is liquid except for the rock you cannot crawl out from under. /// Oh, you had your moment next …
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A Time without You
"Well, this is New York and if you're not to the point you gotta move it or lose it." I am in my room, cleaning my windows as I overhear the girl I live with speak to her partner over the phone. Scrub, scrub, scrub, wiping dirt that has not been lifted from ages past, …
Recalling An Alumni Event
I have taken refuge in a Starbucks temporarily. It's the only Starbucks in the area that does not close soon. I am in Lower Manhattan, a bastion of sorts for old-school New York grunge, waiting time to pass so that I may go to the Alumni Event not entirely alone. The week has zoomed by …
