The newsstand guy outside the F Station is gone. That red-haired fellow who always seemed to be there. I’m sure you’ve seen him. It doesn’t warrant much more than a thought, I guess, but the guy’d been there since I moved uptown, like, 18 years ago. I asked the woman behind the barricaded kiosk what…
THE RELIGIOUS CENTER
You never forget the first time you see a Religious Center. I caught my first view at dawn one morning as our westbound train drew us across the Kara Kum desert from Bokhara to what used to be called Ashkhabat, but is now called Merkez. We couldn’t have been closer than 20 miles and already,…
RE: RE: FROM YOUR NEW FRIENDS AT B-MAIL
RE: RE: FROM YOUR NEW FRIENDS AT BMAIL newfriends@Bmail.com 0823 Thursday (5 hours ago) Dear Reader, We at the Bmail Annex have decided to give you another chance to save your marriage and precious "family." We have, in fact, gone to great trouble to devise another way for you to help us. You will receive…
Fig. 22a: Church, Caucasus Mountains
Georgia, likely.
Re: Your New Friends at BMail 0833 Saturday (2 hours ago) Dear Friend, Well, somebody else did your work for you, in regards to Professor Bitterneck, didn't they? And yes, we know you were there, and ready to oblige us. Your phone told us as much. But what about all those others? Who else was…
INBOX: FROM YOUR NEW FRIENDS AT BMAIL
FROM YOUR NEW FRIENDS AT BMAIL to: our new friend from: newfriends@bmail.com 0823 Thursday (5 hours ago) Dear Friend, Your New Friends at Bmail hope you'll do us a favor. Because, you know, you visit a lot of websites, you do. And we're just guessing, from a cursory glance at your browser history, that you…
City of Light
September 2013. France is crazy beautiful, in case you were wondering. Took a photo of the Eiffel Tower, too, in case nobody else did.
OTHERS DAY
At first the doubling didn't warrant much thought to Nelson Garrett's way of looking at it. The way meetings double-scheduled themselves on Bmail and then doubled again, showing, like, four occurrences on the BMail Auto Kalends Calendar. Maybe some bug was causing duplicate messages to be sent, or, as was more likely, technology was just…
BLAME THE MIRROR
This fifty-year-old ex-copywriter's unshaven face stared back in amazement from the device and the face and its counterpart both knew the time had come to write a blog. A blog of fictions. He'd recently affected the pipe, trusting that it instantly added gravitas to his persona and moment to what you're about to read. Ignore…
SELF-INFLICTED WORLD 