THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

I picked up Charles Yu’s How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe yesterday and I’ve just been plowing through it. A passage from early on in the book: The earliest memory I have of my own dad is the two of us, sitting on my bed as he reads me a book we have checkedContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN”

THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHT

From Douglas Coupland’s Escaping the superfuture. Lately I’ve been experiencing a new temporal sensation that’s odd to articulate, but I do think is shared by most people. It’s this: until recently, the future was always something out there up ahead of us, something to anticipate or dread, but it was always away from the present. ButContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHT”

THREE HUNDRED AND TWO

From Sine Cosine Tangent, Don DeLillo in this week’s New Yorker. “My mother had a roller that picked up lint. I don’t know why this fascinated me. I used to watch her guide the device over the back of her cloth coat. I tried to define the word “roller” without sneaking a look in the dictionary. I satContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND TWO”