in my john berger drag by Brandon Tyler
“And could look back at these pictures and think that the life I’d always wanted, the kind of life I’d always imagined for myself, had, almost without my noticing, come to be. How lucky was I? That these were friends? In my home? Having stew I made for them?” this has echoed in my mind each time i smile wistfully at my friends from across the room.
Resurrection Hardware by Julian Lucas
"It's funny, these 'files'-what are they, even? Electrons vibrating in some container. But if they can die, if we can lose them in the way that we can lose the information that makes up a person, then they live." It's a truth reflected by the very language we use to describe digital storage, he went on: "They say you 'save' a file, like it's going to Heaven-the idea of salvation is woven into it. I don't know what digital Hell would be. I'm just saying that digital Heaven is where all the files are.” an emotional reminder to back up your files, clear out your screenshots. ask yourself—what is worth archiving? what can never be taken from me?
killer noodle
the spicy tokyo peanut sesame noodles were your favorite. i like the “dry,” brothless version better. but i’d get it wet, for you. i’d do anything for you—no matter how much it burned.
mr. taka ramen
just off the bowery. it was the uncharted and hollow days of pandemic winter. huddled over warm cups of sake in a shoddily constructed “outdoor dining” shed with pathetic foot heaters and pointless wide-open windows, i wondered if someone like you could ever love someone like me. that night, it was as though we were the only two people in new york city—maybe even the world. how do i look to you, in the soft light? through fogged glasses? do you dream of someone delectable, too?
