This essay was almost accepted but finally turned down by the Vox personal essays section on the Metropolis magazine, for being a story from the distant past. I seem to be doing a lot of reminiscing these days: Few memories really stand out in my mind from before the age of eight. This one, however,Continue reading “The Accident”
Middlebury College, Vermont — in the summer it becomes a campus for the ten language immersion schools 7/2/2010 I’m breaking the rules writing in English. This “No English” rule is pretty effective — I’m even dreaming about having to say things in Spanish. Classes are mentally invigorating yet physically tiring. I went to bed yesterdayContinue reading “Life Doesn’t Come with Subtitles”
Through the barred window,the wilted flags unsure of whichway to lean. Weeks so volatile,not knowing sometimeswhere reason is kept, the border of concrete of things:Everyday art is an interpretationof gestures, lines, appetites. These days somebody elselives in you.