Push hard, because the world is full of sadness.
Author Archives: The Mark
A certain angle…
A certain angle of light that catches the dust. The smell of mildew. You’ve been slacking, not living up to your promises. All you want is someone to hold and call your own, someone who will peer into your soul and understand. But instead the consequences of your love lie like the wreckage of a plane crash in a farmer’s field on a winter morning. The grass is frozen stiff with frost and the emergency crews are arriving with their fluorescent yellow jackets.
Salad
Tough day at the office and I’m at home listening to Norwegian jazz and eating a salad the size of a man’s head.
4G63
He thanked her for teaching him the importance of being ernest and promptly devoured an entire tray of muffins.
Terrible Nachos
You told me about book swapping, and I got very drunk. We ate terrible nachos. And then a man in a plastic fireman’s helmet came over and started talking to us. He slurred his words and told us about his son who was a civil engineer.
Shark
He was a shark. Somehow he had forgotten this, but as he lay on the floor, nearly dead, he realized it. “I can’t stop moving, or I will die,” he said, and then, he tried to save himself, but it was too late.
Providence
Providence: secrets that leak across thousands of miles — the whisper — the sigh — the “are you still there?” — the aching familiarity — “I’m still here”.
Beer commercial
A weekend like a beer commercial: we held the giant trophy, won the cocktail party, climbed a mountain and fucked like reality TV stars.
Some advice
Prepare, prepare, prepare, and then, when the time comes, throw it all away.
You don’t even know
“You don’t even know,” he whispered, “I have the heart of a lion.”