Still Life at Good Brother

The cafe table was unconsciously set. My laptop, coffee, a tin caddy—I think an ikea design—holding napkins, cutlery, sugar packets. Each thing was placed by a different hand, was placed to serve a separate purpose, each of which are only coordinated at the level of life-projects, aesthetics, culture.…

Barking

A dog barks in the early morning, while lying in the mind-racing moment when dreaming and day have not fully resolved into one or the other, when the body is cocooned and yet porous, with the intimate smell of under-washed sheets and shared warmth of two bodies. The sound is…