February 2012
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I wore black jeans to the beach once and even though I can’t feel the sand anywhere on them, there is a dusty tint clinging to the fibers, and something is different here
and now I wear a belt because they hang off my butt and slide down my hips if i don’t
I don’t really know what I’m trying to say about these jeans
but there’s something disturbing about them
like...
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I wrote a short story
Jess Rizkallah
Life Over Coffee Spoons
“Sir, hello? May I take your order?” the barista said uneasily, addressing the man leaning back in his chair, his eyes transfixed as he stared out of the window by his table. He’d been sitting at his table in this position for half an hour, perfectly still— well, almost. His legs were crossed and the foot on top was bobbing up and down, keeping time...
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I guess I could write about the people I miss
or the people that don’t miss me
or the people that don’t have people to miss or people to miss them
or how we’re all human beings and that in and of itself is so precious and special and beautiful and humanity and hope and yay
even though our freedoms are dissolving all around us until the faint shadows of the iron bars of social...