More Photostories by robert
better left unsaid.The plunge was brutal. A near-death experience. But then—what do I ...
haven’t seen a dime.A laugh. A reverb. I know you’re happy. Tried taking hold of your ...
stuyvesant.“Can I keep the box?” I asked, no one in particular. The box was ...
an old story.6.47am. Morning paper. The antepenultimate page. My kitchen, red ...
while he lay abed.It is perfectly alright to walk up to the recess in the wall where the ...
inf-embeddable.Tonight might be different. We could renounce our names, have them put ...
lamentable complaint.It’s the desert. Highway 62 is half an hour behind. Sizzling heat ...
amber alert.Why a damned open sandwich? They’re so awkward. They make you feel ...
still and all.Slabs of concrete. Probably weigh a ton each. Literally. A ton. * And ...
note at the bottom of the page.It begins with a name, I suppose. [beat] “What’s your name?” ...
Van Els(←story) ...
what now?“Did you type this yourself?” — “Correct. I have my room and ...