New Orleans, LA – July 8, 2003
These days I eat onions like they’re apples. I eat them on the subway, on buses, airplanes and even when I’m walking in the street. I always carry one with me, raw, red, de-skinned. [Click on image for more…]
These days I eat onions like they’re apples. I eat them on the subway, on buses, airplanes and even when I’m walking in the street. I always carry one with me, raw, red, de-skinned. [Click on image for more…]
It was one of those days when the excruciating and ridiculous ordinariness of existence had caught up with me, but I was trying to be happy so I went and got myself a sandwich. [Click on image for more…]
From either the goodbye party or the dream that had come after, she remembered the following: a Ferris wheel, a broken drumstick, the smell of tulips, and a lot of plural nouns ending on “i”. [Click on image for more…]