I wish I could go forward in time to tell a forty-year-old me to stop wishing he could go back in time to tell a twenty-year-old me some sentimental follow-your-dreams bullshit.
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The food runner is dashing around wiping down tables. But I am the only person eating in the restaurant and she has already cleaned each table several times. I am unable to determine whether she is stuck in this loop without thought or if she truly sees a new smudge or stain with every rotation. … Continue reading Scholia #7
[SCANNED DOCUMENT/] I can't sleep. The operation is tomorrow and they want me well rested but what difference will it make, they take my body and split it up, giving out my organs to the highest bidder or the cutest kid on a crowdfunding site. What does it matter to me if my body is … Continue reading Museum Man
Chrysippus of Soli, so bold and clever, walked his bald head out for some sun. The warmth and cool breeze on its vast surface, he thought, would clear his mind of its burden - the invention of propositional logic - that he had just achieved. Brilliant as he was, Chrysippus did not consider the full … Continue reading The Death of Chrysippus
A man may have two ideas in his head at once, even if they contradict. But when he chooses to speak he must choose to say only one. Except this isn’t a story told by a man but by a highly developed chess engine, equipped with prose-notation to analyse military engagements from recorded history. In … Continue reading The Game of the Century
I waited until I was halfway down the street in case she was watching from her window - which I knew she wasn't. And then for a moment, placed the tips of my fingers on my lips and felt feverish heat. I felt different all over, my body somehow knew that it could relax at … Continue reading Scholia #3