I have lived much like a man under house arrest since moving here, staying close to my apartment and a few other approved locations. I don’t regret it. My emotional chemistry is volatile and warrants careful observation before testing on new substances. Though I have felt a want of social interaction since even before moving, actually for about two years, Read More

My sister shot a opossum. Twice. He died. I guess she really has been going easy on me all these years.

My sponge got zits. There were little white bits down in the pores that came out with a little pinching. They did not feel hard but neither did they break down into a recognizable texture when rubbed between fingertips. Not unlike a firm zit-plug. I’m guessing this was some residue from the manufacturing process, but then it could just be Read More

Today I used up my first tube of toothpaste, after recently concluding my first bottle of dish soap. These firsts are measured since moving here, in July. Things had a much shorter half-life in the 14 or so person household I came from, where the close proximity of many bodies caused a concentration of gravity that contracted the time continuum.