And then Åmodt—really, I should have seen it coming—Åmodt starts going on and on about Norway. Not in […]
fiction
The factory is hot and humid, long rows of women bent double over the low workbenches. The windows, […]
If you are reading this, in all likelihood you belong to the 62% of humanity with an internet […]
I’m coming to pick you up,’ and I think no you’re not, no you’re not coming near me, […]
The video shows an old man standing on a balcony. He’s wearing one of those black karakul caps […]
I’m old in this house the one we shared, old and baffled, liver searing on the stove, and […]
Lying on his back, a sandal on, the other foot is pink and bare and still. There are […]
Moss woke at 6am to the din of pots clattering in the kitchen below. The dog scratched urgently […]
One: The desert isn’t a desert. Two: The desert is and is not empty. Three: Emptiness is as […]
There was once a man who lived on a flat geometric plane slick as ice and grey as […]
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