The magic wool black carpet is enfolded between my legs while my body slumbers - As if a Möbius strip, the blanket is imprinted with the...

Increasingly aware that had I somehow, inexplicably, come-to-persist in more than one given time . . . I experienced all the constituents...

We spend most of our conscious lives running simulations of others’ presumed thought streams. We do so in a lifelong, compulsive effort...

To have lived long enough to experience that one can sustain the turning of one’s eyes to sights that compel one to ache for whole, lost...

In a room rarely filled with light, I took myself to her supernatural ear. . . I whispered “now I have found you to be beautiful” : she...