homesick: idiot wind blowing nyc am radio up thru ct.
Oh, and listening to Dylan at night makes me feel like I’m driving up or down the Saw Mill River Parkway during the day. Maybe a snowy, icy day, other cars skidded into the margin. Maybe at some...
View Articlediary: on growing up
1. Not many years ago, I think when I was living in the city where the plane just crashed, I remember reading one of those “diaries” in the London Review of Books. I can’t remember who wrote it, or...
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