‘or Ardor’
...From the laugh-track, he figured it was an old sitcom, but as he stared ever deeper into the dancing, multicolored pixels, they refused to form into anything resembling a solid picture. The trick wasn’t working.
The Bottomless Pit
And it was like the movies: The chatter in the diner stopped completely and everyone looked up at him. If a jukebox had been playing, it would have inexplicably lost power or something...
The Lowest Ebb and Highest Tide
There’s a spot out near Bodega, on Coleman Valley Road, where you’d swear you were going to drive straight into the ocean...
A Visitor
"I’ve been noticing recently that, more and more, I find it difficult to distinguish between memories of my dreams and those of my waking life. I attribute this not to some break with reality but, rather, to the extraordinary banality of my dreams..."