Writing

I’m walking. It’s what I’m propelled to do under such circumstances. Behind me, an old man trips…and falls…and dies. I don’t turn to look, but keep on walking. There is no need to see with my eyes. My very being knows it to be true, even if it hasn’t actually occurred. I am even quite certain [...]

I am working on a list of things I have somehow never gotten around to doing in New York City. So far, this is what i have:

1. Rolling lushes on the night train.
2. Smokin’ on a night train
3. Chewin’ on a jelly roll.
4. Praise the Lord.

JTK’s Dream Diary – March 16, 2010

Bright white beams of light shine off similarly colored walls, contrasting with the grey green rubber mud of the floor and the machines as last call is called in this letdown fitness center of my dreams.

I scurry, as seems [...]