I mourned New York, the relationship, my friend.
The incredibly ugly Korbel billboard made me actively twitchy the way the Emerald Cup billboard did.
I suspect we learned about Nazism in some unit or other, but it was buried under everything else we had to learn: how to castrate a bull, the three arms of government, Kenya’s cash crops, and how to sycophant for the Dictator Moi.
Technically it's an F but —
Me, marooned on Sex Life in Ancient Rome Face Island.
An elevator in Sacramento would like you to know that dystopia is already here
I imagine you sitting in your well-appointed study, playing chess and breaking Shostakovich records over your knee.
a selection of Popula stories concerning Asia and Australia
"Not all of us who descended on the park were from leafy suburbs, but we had the aura of people who were."