Entries from mistersquid: a digital fiction tagged with 'love'
Happy Mother’s Day!
Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I love you....
Today, 10 June
This is how I’d like to remember us....
Time Has Come
This image makes me think of how we’re split in so many different directions, if only through technology we could do everything at once, in slices of time each smaller than the other, the abundant side of Zeno’s paradox...
I’ve Deactivated My Facebook Account
I haven’t felt this way in maybe ten years, this panicked need to just get the fuck out. But I felt it about Facebook. I’m an introvert, and I think the barrier to communicating person-to-person(s) should be fairly high,...
Friction and Its Discontents
Those of you who know me in real life probably aren’t surprised by my blogging hiatus. Those of you who know probaby aren’t either. I suppose I’m the only one who’s surprised. In the last year (has it been that...
Pleasures and Joys
One of the pleasures of being an academic (as distinct from an intellectual or smart person, etc.) is occasionally gathering with colleagues for an evening of conviviality and camaraderie.December is a season of stress for many US academics. The weather...
Down the Hatch
Sometimes life serves you a slice of shit pie and you can’t leave the table till it’s gone.1 Notes1 For Sarah, with love. ↩...
A Game of Love
I was reminded of Freud’s observations of a well-behaved eighteen-month-old child 1 whohad an occasional disturbing habit of taking any small objects he could get hold of and throwing them away from him into a corner, under the bed, and...
One Way to Fall
A vanishingly small fractional percentage of all humans are people to whom you will be directly and reciprocally introduced. Among the designators of proximal relationships between humans, stranger will be the most apt for most of even these. Over time,...
Onset
I even started believing former desires pass, that I could reconcile the past through ghosts of the present. (Maybe I’m the ghost.) Tonight, on the phone with a woman with whom I once fell in love, after recounting the mind-numbing...
Dreaming of You
In the midst of distorted memory, searing nostalgia, and unspoken wishes, you came to me. Years pass and I have explained to everyone I love that no one ever comes to my dreams until they are gone. Your coming haunts...
Falling
I thought about the convention I’d recently discovered: TK. I’ve used different means of noting in my unfinished manuscripts places that needed information I did not have readily available or which required a passage I was not prepared to write....
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