Some moar December 7, 2007

I’m not sure who’s still following this, but here’s some more story, tweaked and added to. The beginning half is here: Read Me First
William did not catch the protest, and even if he had, he’d have not been too interested. Instead, he had put on trousers. They were mussed and wrinkled and had not recently [...]

Updated 10/26 October 16, 2007

William did not catch the protest, and even if he had, he’d have not been too interested. Instead, he had put on trousers. They were mussed and wrinkled and had not recently been washed, they smelled of Doritos and the old socks that had been lying underneath them in William’s hamper. He had planned on [...]

Don’t even know where I’m going with this October 2, 2007

“I miss her,” William thought, and indeed, he did. “She’s left me,” William thought, and indeed, she had. She wouldn’t be coming back, for she had made up her mind willfully and resolutely – that was her way. Now William lay among his words, tumbling among their tattered prospects, unable to string together any more [...]

babushka’s passing September 19, 2007

we must have walked around six or seven neighborhoods before my mom finally found the apartment she liked. it was in a quiet neighborhood on the third floor of a five story building with lots of hallways and a pool in middle of the first floor courtyard. the neighborhood looked muted, like there was nobody [...]

chicken pox September 19, 2007

“we’re moving,”my grandmother’s face fell into a frown. “where now?” my mom had only recently bought the apartment we were living in now, but the point was that she bought it, and that to my grandmother meant some permanence. she had lost track of her son a long time ago, as he was as taken [...]

where it starts September 19, 2007

whenever i think i want to chronicle my relationship with my mom into a story, one particular scene always come up. we’re trudging through a flat stretch of khabarovsk, three inches of snow underfoot, i’m examining the prints my red galoshes leave in the snow each time i take a fresh step. the ground is [...]

marble September 19, 2007

Marble is a sign of importance. If you can afford marble, you may have martinis with Success and chortle over Failure. The Law Offices of B & W have marble. The receptionist’s desk and countertop is 100% marble. The elevator lobby that stands beyond it is made of marble. And the tile surrounding the sparse [...]