It makes no sense to close yourself off from others now. I receive a joke, laugh my head off, pass it on. If it's not in a language that the other person knows, I translate it.
Tattoos are the promises we make to ourselves.
The Kumbh Mela never comes to Pittsburgh: no one mistakes the Allegheny for the Ganges.
What had started as an attempt at witty improv had grown strange, weird and oddly gregarious.
The first days after you died sunk like stones.
