Magnificent Octopus

I'm fed up with sincerity. All I want is to be a complete asshole. To be negative about everything. To hate people. To feel contempt for...

What are you looking for? she had asked me. I think about it. A place for these dreams that I don't know what to do with? This weekend ...

I've been grieving for my cat for six weeks now. She's alive, but we don't know what her future looks like. Every 8 hours I put ...

I perform in art time and in real time, and you can't tell the difference — no one knows how to separate a real act from an art act in m...

But something is lost here. While filmed sex seemingly opens up a world of sexual possibility, all too often it shuts down the sexual imagin...

The Art of Vanishing , by Lynne Kutsukake, transported me across time, space, and culture. Set in the 1970s (odd to call it a historical nov...

Looking up at the heavens she howled and cried until she grew hoarse, but even after her voice had given out, her whole body continued to sh...

There was no touch as instantaneous and intuitive as the gaze. It was close to being the only way of touching without touch. Language, by co...

how had some people worked it out made kink a natural part of their lives that was the dream was it to assimilate kink into capitalism along...

She says I'm like those large, solitary rocks in southern Patagonia, pieces of world left over after creation, isolated and exposed to e...

Everything that happens inside you during the time you remain seated, silent and motionless, is meditation. [...] Boredom is meditation. The...

What is history? So it is asked, repeatedly and pointedly, in Same Bed Different Dreams (no comma), by Ed Park , a readably maximalist met...

Simon whistled, slowing down to look. "It's that left turn," he said. "It's the worst." "Maybe everyone was...

Why would you want to be with someone if they didn't change your life? She said that, and Julio was there when she said it: that life on...

The camera, apparatus of the desirous gaze, is made up of a shutter released upon a scene which one feels certain can never be fully contain...

'What happened is the least of it. It's a novel, and once you've finished a novel, what happened in it is of little importance a...