in transition

There's the slippage, that gets some folks off. You get this real, uh, disassociative sensation. When the boat splits. In transition. 'It's the grey stuff,' »

sightings by various authors

[...] Aboard a train in southernmost Norway, as a for-instance, I sat in the dining car watching the Arctic countryside lurch by. Mottled clouds made the sky »


What at last arrives, hours late, is not a train at all: it is the shit of a train, a droopy sad-faced crayon drawing of a »

the late engine

Okay well hopefully that's the most unredeemably obnoxious thing I'll ever write. It did a number on my momentum—I don't know how many days I »