February 2012
1 post
The Lag
In the middle of the night, I woke and shuffled half-awake to the bathroom, with no idea of where I was. I knew I lived somewhere in Brooklyn but surely this wasn’t the place. I tried to recall the faces of my roommates, stared at the dark still shapes of the living room, illuminated by the leaky grey light from the window, but nothing concrete came to mind by the time I had returned to my...