Dogs and Other Sounds of Living

The man in apartment 108 is watching porn too loudly again. He never knows how much noise comes out of his place at strange times. One could assume it’s something to do with his incredible age. The undiscernible amount of years, like hundreds of years old—ages—did not come off so wizardly. One morning, he could be heard hurling curses and…

The Blaspheme of Joshua

I can catch the last ride on the number 5 shuttle out of Hollywood. I’ll sit in the back of the bus, so I can watch the panoramic images of Los Angeles at night drift by like dream, like before it was demystified by something as ordinary as a stroll, when a spotlight was special, and not the output of…