As Tightly as I Can

In this world where every object was thrown away at the slightest sign of breakage or aging, at the first dent or stain, and replaced with a new and perfect substitute, there was just one false note, one shadow: the moon. It wandered through the sky naked, corroded, and gray, more and more alien to…

A Spoon Sweet for Summer

And yet a branch of unforeseen mimosa,Cleaving the heavens, falls across it all,So in pages of philosophic proseSometimes will gleam a line of lovesick verse. -Mikhail Kuzmin ("Fuji in a Saucer")   Before May skyrocketed into oblivion, I think it's pretty safe to say that I was taking things kind of slowly. Perhaps more slowly…

A Night for a Nog

“In time,” the philosopher Schopenhauer put it, “each moment is, only in so far as it has effaced its father the preceding moment, to be again effaced just as quickly itself. Past and future (…) are as empty and unreal as any dream; but present is only the boundary between the two, having neither extension…