The Agony of Choosing

You’ll either make the choice yourself or the universe will make it for you. So there’s really nothing to worry about.

The Road Trip

Remember when we used to fight over whose music we’d listen to in the car? I was too this and you were too that. And so we compromised and sat in the silence.

I haven’t heard that in a while.

The Place Before Now

My stranger on a train. I make up stories about you as we click-clack across the city, pulses of blood along veins of industry and commerce. One huge beating, pumping city and you and I are single celled. Red blood going in. Blue blood coming out at 5:30pm. How was your day? Do you enjoy what you do? Do you pretend to enjoy what you do? Who do you love? Do they kiss the sweat from your forehead? Do they whisper in your ear? How do you take your coffee?

This is my stop. I’ll see you tomorrow.

The Menu Is Wrong

You need to stop stewing in your own juices and start looking for a new pot.

The Spectator Sport

Sometimes it feels like it's all happening to someone else. Someone like you. And I'm just watching.

The Crowded Life

You can have the entire world around you and yet still be completely alone.

The Silence

I heard a song today that reminded me of you. And I cried.