faulty vision
From the monthly archives: July 2000
I walked into building 420 and was completely baffled. All the buildings look alike, see, but I could’ve sworn it wasn’t the same building I had my interview in. Everything was backwards. The reception desk was on the left hand side. It was on the right hand side, before. And then there was the kitchen [...]
I told my friend “Jazz” that I’d always wanted to learn flamenco dancing.
The quotation marks suggest that the name Jazz isn’t the real one, and this would be a perfectly reasonable assessment. The reason I picked the name “Jazz” for her is that she happens to be a jazz dancer, among other things. It [...]
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