The shed behind the museum vanishes overnight. I don't know where it has gone, and I find that I'm not even curious. So many stories are like this. No resolution, no denouement. The sidewalk remains clear for a couple of weeks until an enormous orange tent springs up. A note pinned to it reads "I work at the Safeway across the street, do not fuck with my stuff or I will fuck with you."
Tuesday, May 31, 2022
Shower
Thursday, May 26, 2022
More News About More News
“It is a strange story. It has a stab in it. It would hurt me if I
couldn’t look up at the big white clouds shouldering their shoulders,
rolling on the rollers of the big blue sky.” -Carl Sandburg
Friday, May 20, 2022
MYSTERIOUS YET ODDLY DULL BOOK APPEARS ON DOORSTEP OF AWARD-WINNING LOCAL PUBLISHER
Peter Paul Pepperjack stifled a yawn as he took out the trash for the offices of the Horseradish Falls Herald. Peter Paul was very tired, having spent the day chasing down a lead, interviewing all the parties involved, taking photos, developing the photos, writing the story, editing that same story, and then setting the type and running the presses. (It had, overall, been a much slower day than usual.) As he lugged the two bulging sacks of garbage down to the curb, he tripped over something on the front steps and fell flat on his face. Both bags split and garbage flew in every direction.
Tuesday, May 10, 2022
COVID
Though I still wear a mask on the bus and in the supermarket, I finally stop wearing it at work. Within a day, I catch COVID.
Friday, May 6, 2022
Omar
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A few days after my visit to Urgent Care my phone rang. It was a man from the Center of Disease Control telling me that the lab had cal...
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My insurance is still being held up. People are supposedly looking into it, but they said that all last week, and the week befor...
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They discharged Lee from the hospital so he could die at home. Val drove Julie and I out to his condo. Not knowing what the access...