Flaw Salad

I’ve been called crazy, and I’ve been called boring. I’ve seduced, and I’ve repulsed. I’ve made people laugh, and I’ve made people cringe. I’ve inspired envy, and I’ve inspired pity. I’ve been loved, and I’ve been hated. Every villain has a henchman, and every hero a nemesis. External feedback is useless, and that’s probably the — read more

Bits of you are stripped away—by time, circumstance, thoughtless words of others—and with neither effort nor consent, you’re changed. Who you were becomes a shadowy figment lurking at the blurry edges of memory. You held so long, so tightly to that someone, the someone you thought you were, but it melted in your desperate palm. You’re left agape. — read more

I remember things about you I shouldn’t. I remember the way you held my head in your hands the first time you said, “I love you.” We were in my car outside that park, the same one I wandered through as we spoke on the phone the second time. It wasn’t the first, I know, because — read more

“What are you getting here?” “I don’t know. What are you getting?” [long pause] “I don’t know how to answer that question.” “Well, if it’s working at all, it’s because we can’t answer it. If we knew what we wanted, I’m sure we wouldn’t be satisfying each other.” — read more

You are plagued by the creeping suspicion that nothing new or remarkable is left. Everything that happens has happened before. You are running in tired laps, exhausted, panting, and you cannot stop. — read more