Arts & Culture
December 19th Someone has been living in my apartment who smokes. I can smell him everywhere, in the sheets, in the bathroom, a strange ugly perfume that is not mine. Yael has been here and she’s cleaned for me. She … Read More
I slept last night in fits, still in pain, so I had to get up and break one of my emergency valiums in half. I downed it, licking the crumbs from my fingers like some London-dark desperado. Even though it’s warm here, and the sun shone a light, I had to scrunch in half to hide from it, in my oversized, rented-out bed.