Flaw Salad

It is not the calm, serene scene you recall—the sprawling sands and expansive, lapping blue. You do not think in soft, low light and gentle cheek-strokes on a quiet Sunday morning. You are not struck by unmarred canvases of beige or subtle daffodil.  But the cliffs! Jagged and bursting and rising from the sea, they… — read more

You could be the man with money or the man with fancy clothes. You could have acclaim or conquests or bulging, bursting biceps. You could wear glasses or get tattoos or sport a wacky style. You could sing. You could play. You could make a thing from scratch. Or you could be the man with… — read more

We recognize truth because it sits so nicely on our bones. The first time you put on your favorite shirt, the one you never wanted to take off, the one that seemed designed for you, sewn thread by thread for the shape of you, it snuggled over the folds of you, and you felt invincible… — read more

The comedy is the tragedy, and if you look long enough and hard enough, you can see the funniest thing—the biggest goddamn laugh there is—is how it all never ends and none of us can ever escape. — read more