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is no doubt very little, but because they have grown out of my effort to inquire into a seemingly ... by periodicity, it seems to bear the aspect of mortality. It assumes the appearance of an artifact of ... Page 80 from Issue 43 quarterly and the general literary magazine, containing not only essays and ...
be because we're just now seeing the first crop of writers to whom Twitter and Facebook and text ... developing a storyline around Twitter, and then 10 years from now when Twitter is gone we'll all laugh ... at how dated it seems. The lack of technology in books stems from a couple sources. For one, overt ...
I work. It would be fatal. Josef gone to Berlin for a few days. He seems more obtuse about my feelings ... than most others around here: Grau, Galeen, Greta Schroeder, who seems genuinely to wish me well. ... it that we spend most of our time in self-concealment one way or the other. My experience of him is ...
memory blurs. The burger is still mostly wrapped, and my first thought is I hope I can still eat this. My ... paintings, they were overdone. The way my mother categorized roses seemed arbitrary and unpredictable. ... a good angle for a golden hour selfie? My mother is still yelling in the back. My second thought: empathy ...
reading—it was the end of the afternoon, classes must have been over for the day—then down past what seemed ... seems most removed from ours, and something in me longs terribly toward them, as though they, their ... don’t they kill me? In Krakow I must have fancied I’d find poets to talk to. I still believed then I’d ...
I still felt about four-inches numb and wanted, in particular, to listen to a woodwind quintet: it was ... I'd cut in the lining of my jacket. A 157 Issue 99 page ... Page 157 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY asphalt parachute. Rugged, wet charcoal. The yard and the ...
ornaments, its most personal possessions shrinking where they protrude from the yellow linen-even this is not ... slackness of death, do these lips purse, do they part again, to deliver the secret they have lingered so ... bear in on me of what the light did not show. There were no walls. I struggled to my feet, slashing the ...
late, but still well before mid­ night. He wasn't at all bothered by my question. ... "Yes, it must seem odd. Usually the streets are lively at this hour, but it happens you've come ... curiously. "We don't get many visitors." "You don't? But I have ...
films-Adra was still crazy for movies; they allowed her depression to break from its raging for a few hours ... cutting her arms with a knife, and this fright­ ened me to no end. I doubled my efforts and became more ... immediately and conceded to her wishes. She was still forgetful and confused and getting worse. Why was she ...
McCarthy, eleven years later.) I would venture to guess that most small-press editors active today have ... scarcely heard of Dust and certainly have never seen a copy. Yet they know of Dustbooks, and contribute ... is the case of the tree bearing no seeming resemblance to its original seed. Early in the course of ...

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