Third person

Dinner with Dennis for the second time. Coming out of the ladies' room, I had the urge to admire him with the distance. He glanced at the girl across our table. Dennis and I—now both unaware of time—had our sight fixed on breathing objects. I would not have been jealous had the girl looked back at him with intention. She remained stolid; her attention absolute to her book.

Most checked out

Gestes magnifiques

Suffered plenty

Road to Justice

The secret to a good story

Notes on ‘Blackbird’

Techno bliss

Dance is now

We have given up on trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves

Dwell

Reflections after reading The Beach by Alex Garland