A Vague Paranoia
Raul left home when
he was eighteen. Worked his way across the country – ranch hand,
taxi driver, deli-clerk. Whatever. But no matter where he went, no
matter what he did, there was a sense that something, somewhere was
just about to go wrong. A look from a coworker, a headline in the
newspaper, an unidentified sound. It all amounted to the same. With
one eye over his shoulder and one foot on the wheel, Raul was forever
on the move.
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An American
Irritability
“There’s nowhere to go,” Sam thought to himself. “Nothing to
do.”
He closed his laptop and sipped his lukewarm coffee and sighed. The
music, if you could call it that, on the radio grated at his nerves.
The people in the café
crowded too close. They smelled of cigarettes and sweat and garlic.
Garlic, gah!
This European vacation was a mistake.
An
American Irritability (No. J 73114) – hand painted on silk.
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Mild Seasonal Despair
It was the smell of wet, rotting leaves and cigar smoke that reminded her of her father. His leather jacket. His cheap aftershave. His many varieties of moods for a variety of weather. He could shift and swing with the wind. He could sing all the song s on the radio. But he was gone - twelve years gone. ‘And,’ she told her therapist, ‘this winter has gone on so long I’ve forgotten the sun.
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