I’m not afraid. Everyone around me is afraid, and I’m not, and I don’t know why.
I do not perfectly remember the Mirage Diner, the restaurant I ate at throughout my childhood. Despite the neon signage and the chrome accents mirroring and amplifying the 24/7 fluorescent lighting, it is still possible-in many respects, uniquely possible-to find darkness in my Mirage; I fail to see each detail, I forget certain corners. WasContinue reading “The Mirage: An Elegy”