June 2012
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“In truth the big question Camus asked was never the Anglo-American liberal one:...”
– Adam Gopnik
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Last Night
David and I ran barefoot through the wet grass just after the sun set and the last fire fly had went out. We sat on the pier pond side, where the only light was the unchanging brilliance of Ron Perlmans “west egg” house across the water from us. We stared out towards the beach where on a distant dune someone was setting off fireworks to celebrate the night.
My Vertiginous Summer
Last week on almost the first day of summer I woke up at 5am with my world reeling, literally. A shift of my head felt like I was liable to fling my body across the room. When we headed to the doctors office I had to slide down our already fairly terrifying front stairs. I bumped down stair by miserable stair. They say its inflamed nerves (not the other more common “rocks in your...
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