Dispatch № 103: Nothing for the Sake of Something
To my left runs a long row of houses. To my right is a chain-link fence, woven and fringed with weeds. Beyond it, a profusion of railroad tracks.
READ MORETo my left runs a long row of houses. To my right is a chain-link fence, woven and fringed with weeds. Beyond it, a profusion of railroad tracks.
READ MOREA walk and a comedy podcast on the quiet back streets between the school and the station.
READ MOREIn the winter months, kerosene trucks drive slowly through neighborhoods in the evening, making their presence known with a repeating announcement played over a loudspeaker, accompanied by the tune of an old children’s song.
READ MORESo why would I choose not only to board the train when I don’t really need to, but also remain in my seat for at least one full trip around the loop?
READ MOREThe shutters came down, and the customers stopped coming, but life continued inside.
READ MOREThree small children play in a public park sandbox under a cedar tree. The smallest of them is digging a hole with a stick, eschewing the nearby yellow plastic shovel. Two women sit on an adjacent bench. One of them wears a large-brimmed hat.
READ MOREThey lurk in great piles behind convenience stores and in train station utility rooms. They are clustered in homes, offices, public toilets, parks, waiting rooms, and restaurants. They congregate in unpredictable numbers, multiplying when nobody’s looking, becoming over-numerous.
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