[img] “Free to take…”
“Free to take,” I entreated Luna, as we stared at the Slope-iest Park Slope stoop giveaway ever.
“Which,” she asked, “the book or the husband?" pic.twitter.com/RBLziNfSHm— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 11, 2018
December 11, 2018 at 06:23PM
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always only almost
i never jump
but sometimes
wonder as to be
/ squeezed between wheel and rail /
/ liquified into sidewalk cracks /
/ betrayed by the softness of water at terminal velocity /
a final taste of blood into quiet black
forever suspension
soul mixed into the city gutter
always only almost /
the city self-harm paradox:
selfish + public
too many other’s
commutes, too, interrupt
missed the train announcement again
headphones too loud
head too cloud
unprepared for changes
anyway
someday
now
[img] Evolution Win

“But why? You guys never have to wear one!” Luna protested.
“Evolution,” I replied, “left us no ability to lick, you know, down there.”
“Really?” she chuckled. “That’s so sad.”
December 08, 2018 at 12:00PM
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[words] The Curious Case of the Stationary Chevy
In which Luna and I ponder the state of New York City over a purple 1978 Chevy Impala parked in the same spot on our block for a year… https://t.co/O8bg4a84u5
— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 6, 2018
December 06, 2018 at 08:56AM
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Crystal Stems, Part I: DISHR 2078
Sound Sculpture Preset: “Synthwave 1974.”
Number of Notes (1–16): “3.”
Note 1: “C4.” Note 2: “G4.” Note 3: “E4.”
Waveform: “Saw Tooth.”
Detune: “7 O’clock.”
Low pass filter: “On.”
Sustain: “Medium.”
Reverb: “Small Hall.”
An InnerHome C-quence22 door chime floated through Aracelle Freer and Karl Mercer’s white-walled, spare three-bedroom townhouse on a far-western block of Jane Street in the Lower High Line district of Manhattan, New York City. At the sound, Aracelle looked up from the kitchen sink, and Karl rose from a couch in the adjacent, sunken open living area.
Eighteen months earlier in 2078, Aracelle and Karl met on a New York City Metropolitan Transit Authority downtown Q Train, hurtling underneath the technopolis of 28 million flapjack-stacked residents. Entering car 3699, second from the front, heading home through a typical Friday evening underground salmon-and-sardine-spawning midnight crush hour, Karl and Aracelle both angled to sit in a rare, just-vacated open seat, and bumped into each other.
Karl relented. “No, you, please. You’ve got your hands full with, what…” he noticed her carrying a covered object, and made out outlines of bars in the cloth. “Is that a cage under that curtain?”
“Yes.”
“Bird?”
“Nope. Frog,” she said.
“Oh, what a shock,” deadpanned Karl.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. ‘Frogs everywhere.’” Aracelle scare-quote countered, and waved her hand around as the train lurched forward.…
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[img] #TartarFreeNYC

Disposable flossers underfoot everywhere in every neighborhood say, “Litter free? Please. Tartar-free is where it’s at!” #TartarFreeNYC
December 03, 2018 at 02:04PM
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