I emerge from the forest to discover I died.

I drifted for a while—evicted, sleeping on park benches, air mattresses (half a year in a laundry room—$100 a month for the privilege); I stole little notebooks from the university bookstore and…

There is no way I am the first to think of cities as an ongoing symphony, without beginning or end, each of us playing our part. It would explain my fascination with these maps too, which could be…

The Wrong Sky — Chris Scott TO BE HONEST, I BARELY noticed it at first. The sky,...

The Loud Aviatrix (1957) In the foreground, a crowd of well-wishers plug their ears and wince. A number of young girls seem particularly excited, judging from the jaunty angles of their novelty avi…

The Loud Aviatrix (1957) In the foreground, a crowd of well-wishers plug their ears and wince. A number of young girls seem particularly excited, judging from the jaunty angles of their novelty avi…

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Berger is faithful throughout his work to the idea that looking at the world can lead to changing it

Bloody haruspicy as an archeological technique. The violent premier of a film star’s lost noir masterpiece. A housekeeper’s final job for her late employer. An exhumation to retrieve a poetry manuscri...

There was a racket in the yard. Hammers of some sort and starlings fighting on the wire that ran across the alley. The neighbors were hammering things again. The sound waves kept breaching her hull of...

micro fiction

micro fiction

micro fiction

by Patrick Autréaux