I miss the sky. I’ve tried to explain to people here about the sky in Colorado, but they look at me like I’m crazy. Like, they think blue is just blue.
No. Blue is not just blue. You don’t know what a blue sky is until you’ve seen the one Colorado sports on the regular.
Yes. This. Exactly.
I will come here at 9 am. I will work.
I will drag my feet across this gray carpet and move my fingers against these cold steel cabinets.
I will count the days of the week.
I will push the COPY button 32 times without noticing what color it is.
I will choke down another oversugared cup of coffee and stare at the computer keyboard.
I will smile warmly at each buttoned up shirt.
I will doodle faces and bodies while on the phone and believe myself an Artist.
I will turn off the lamps, pull on my coat.
One day, I will open and close the door and never have been here.
1. Creed is not grunge. In what way would Creed ever be considered grunge? Why, why, WHY, is it on Spotify’s grunge playlist?
2. Everybody is sneezing. It’s only a matter of time.
“ How dare you compare a love you don’t approve of with throwing people into ovens? ”
In response to the accusations lobbed against Jews who intermarry that they are “finishing what Hitler started.”
From a speech at the University of Colorado in March 2013.
Moments of an Alternate Life
Alexandra, sitting in the kitchen, takes another mango from the mango piles, slices it open carefully, and pulls with her teeth the yellow flesh off the skin.
Through the doorway, the handiwork of an aging Picasso watches.
Outside, a tiered garden rolls out green and pink and red over a gray Los Angeles.
The artichokes are cooking.
From nowhere, the movie director dad appears — 80 today, exactly — and hugs his young daughter.
A beautiful, thin, sophisticated opera singer with perfectly straight blonde hair takes her seat on a stool beside us.
Lindsay and I exchange thoughts with our eyes.
Isla Vista, CA