On a beach in the Yucatan, I quietly watched as Pelicans fished. Floating serenely in the waves, they suddenly took off, seemingly abandoning their prey, only to loop back around, ride an updraft into the sky, and nose dive into the water.
Today I walked to the Alley Pond Giant: A 350-400 year old Tulip Tree which is supposedly “the oldest living organism in New York City.”
Nestled on a steep slope near the intersection of the Long Island and Cross Island Expressways, the tree has survived because the land it sprouted from was of no use to the city that sprawled around it.
An inventive, irreverent collection of speculative sci-fi in which emphasis is placed on the emotional lives of the depressed, often addicted (sometimes alien) characters, rather than the technological specifics of their dystopian societies.
“There was no way anyone could live in a world like this with a fully functioning mind. You only found yourself feeling angry from morning until night. If she ended up joining some kind of political movement as a result, her mother and father would be upset. Using drugs, she told herself, was her way of being a good daughter.”
Amanda commissioned our friend Blake Andrews to make a game about Lola called “Kitty of the year.” Feed the cats until they fall asleep and wait for a special visit from Lola.
Walking through Old San Juan on Thanksgiving Day, Amanda and I got stuck in a tropical downpour. Hiding under the awning of a hotel, we watched as large drops of rain turned the road into a river.