On the Mind
On my way out of the house the other day, I ran into my housemate, Arjun, on the porch. It was hot, sunny, mid-morning. He was smoking a pipe by himself, sitting on the top step, wearing a yellow T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up enough to expose the tattoo of an applesauce pouch on his right bicep.
Moves, Journeys, Trips
I’ve been thinking about moving to Minneapolis. I graduate in twenty days, and I don’t have a job, but someone told me to just pick a place and move there. I’m pretty sure a lot of my friends from high school live there. I texted one of them to check in.
Landscape in a Bottle
Madison’s kitchen is blue – the walls, the dishes, the hand towels, the toaster, the refrigerator magnets, the soda stream. I sit at the table on a bright floral printed seat cushion – blues and pinks and yellows – next to a vase of pink tulips. Madison is straightening up, she deep cleans every weekend...
My brother makes the starving artist thing look good. With an Ivy League degree in film studies and no source of steady income, he’s got that grungy devil-may-care vibe kids these days vie for. He rescued his Timbs from a dumpster and is the only person I know who could find a $400 jacket in a thrift store