I said to Gabriel, this is what I wrote down. I’m sitting in a mid-eighties Mercedes, like the one my grandfather used to drive. The interior is gray and feels half way between leather and synthetic. The knobs, indicators and clock are anachronistic, and most don’t work–– it would feel old and run down if it weren’t for the emblem on the hood. I notice the cracks in the center consul, so I lean my elbow on it for stability and aesthetic’s sake. The engine is in idle, and I’m stuck in t...

Millions of Americans, still on Turkey hangovers, stood in line outside of superstores like Wal-Mart and Target at 6 am last Friday. The Polar Express was released in early November and Starbucks was serving Christmas drinks in Christmas cups weeks ago. It seems Christmas is rapidly becoming the new Valentines Day–– an exercise in over commercialization. Don’t misread me, I’m not a grinch, I enjoy the Christmas season as much as the next person, but I think that it is impossible to not n...

She sang in the evenings and Liam dreamt a new face for her every night. An on-time evening bus placed Liam at home with enough light left for him to linger on the exterior stairwell, in hopes of a passing glimpse through her fourth story window. Her curtains were drawn most of the way, and deep green. Liam enjoyed the concerts while cooking Ramen noodles. He only listened from the kitchen, the room nearest to the central air vent, where her voice echoed through the piping and insulation-...