It sounds like a dream but it’s not. In my day and age, a certain subset of trendsetters soured on the human face. Too many selfies, perhaps...

It would be nice to talk to him again. A nice, normal drink with an old friend. There weren’t many people I felt like seeing these days, and even fewer places I felt like going...

I. He says tell me we’re approaching JFK  without telling me we’re approaching JFK as the fasten seat belt sign illuminates I reply...

a picture on Facebook of the pumpkin latte I bought with money Juliet sent me but now it’s my profile picture Then I tried to write a post...

Lewie hunches over his boxy camera in one of the photo booths that have been gouged into the courtroom walls at Nuremberg. Peering through the rear screen of his Speed Graphic, he focuses on the American prosecutor’s hairline—the point of his widow’s peak, the lobes of bare scalp to either side, those graceful arcs glowing under the floodlights that have been hung from the arched ceiling...