Becoming good at something is a kind of loss.

Wear as many clothes as possible, as often as possible. Avoid cameras, mirrors, and other reflective surfaces.

Not really a grid, but grid-signifying ornamentation.

Everything proceeded from an assumption of insufficiency.

 “I have a Russian soul” = code for “I drink a lot”

What are you looking for?
Just a glimpse. 

Strolling my country estate at dawn, assessing last night’s damage. In the driveway, the burnt out husk of my beloved white 1972 Dodge Polara, crushed as if dropped nose first from a crane; in the fountain, two white swans, dead from apparent malnutrition; on my hands, two blood-caked bandages. Opposable thumbs: the last thing separating man from animal.

More often now he reached for words but found only word-shaped holes.

Walking past the house I hear Jerry yelling at Siri again. It’s that time of night.

Stock characters:
1) man with gangrenous wound.

The next level in luxury, disease-free living.

I still see them from time to time, taking their daily walk. How I’d hoped for that for us.