Do You Know Why Ypu Are Here?
“So,” the principal began wearily, “do you know why you are here – again? Hello, Mr. Kintyre, did you hear me?” Of course, I had heard her, but my attention had been drawn immediately and magnetically to the four…
The Headless Don’t Need Masks
“You know, Mr. Blair, my guru says the world; the entire world and everything and everyone in it is a projection, our own, individual, blessed and damned projection!” “Well, Ms. Gold, then destruction and rebellion and resistance are not necessary,…
Tangled Up in Meditation Blues
“Raphael, oh Raphael, oh, untimely death, oh unjust persecution of the nouveau artiste, appealing in its melancholy, aged testament to the woebegone swan aflutter, gliding past what was once cobalt blue, a regally shining Egyptian pyramid luster painted on…
Remembrance of Things Not Past
What? Gas? Kidney Stones? Bad checks? Save the Proust for the Proustian, kid, we got a murderer on the loose here in little Bangkok. It’s humid and smells of noodles and I wish I had been born an Andalusian shepherd,…