Mysterium As I left New York City, the driver played Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer” several times and never said a word.
On a Shrinking Globe in an Expanding Universe An inauspicious flight number. The sound of the door closing. The metal roar of the engines.
Starting a New Big Thing I have a knack for taking the longest, most taxing route to common knowledge.
Hallucinations and Routines There will always be demands and obligations, but they do not need me before eleven o’clock.