Maybe it’s wrong to be a person who can be made happy by a lamp. This is an old notebook, from spring 2011, but I know exactly which lamp I had in mind.The question has haunted me for some time.If you’re this sort of person, your mind will fly past wrong, even ignore happy, to …
A man wearing one green plastic glove knits under an aura of leaves, his legs levered on the trunk. Sunlight on whitewashed brick, the cloud of leaves floats in place over the mimosa’s myriad stems. A helicopter harnesses its hive above us, jaw blank as a catfish mug, silver and eyeless from underneath, the slender …