I’ve always thought that happiness was a strange and not entirely defined concept–born in the great void of the ether, and then doled-out, as misfortune would have it, when one is not looking for it. And so it would seem that the first place one would seek happiness outside the self would be in [...]
His name was unpronounceable. It began with a K, I think, and ended in some sort of vowel that one could not determine simply by hearing it spoken. He appeared one day at the office, without warning and without introduction. As there were four of us sharing a conference room, we were [...]
Why did they bring me here to make me
Not quite bad and not quite good,
Why, unless They’re wicked…
-Charlotte Mew
Hank Butler was a charmless man, and he knew it. Men had punched him, cursed him and generally loathed him. These things did not matter to Hank Butler for his greatest wish was to be known—if possible relevant—for [...]
Why did they bring me here to make me
Not quite bad and not quite good,
Why, unless They’re wicked…
-Charlotte Mew
Hank Butler was a charmless man, and he knew it. Men had punched him, cursed him and generally loathed him. These things did not matter to Hank Butler for his greatest wish was to be known—if possible relevant—for [...]
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It was an unremarkable room, where I worked, nestled inside a long hallway underneath Sixth Avenue. Mostly it was gray and crowded with desks and boxes. It was quite symmetrical, though, because the steward of the room, my boss, thought in straight lines and even numbers. There was nothing alive there, [...]
