EMPTY-HANDED
In the bookstore, the fusty scent of ink and pulp. I want to lie down on the floor and breathe in the smell of words. I want to hold the...
stories
for the information age
These bite-sized stories chronicle my efforts, both pitiful and successful,
to navigate the rapidly-changing world.
My hope is that they help you do the same.
EMPTY-HANDED
WHEN WE WERE APART
SLOW LIFE
SLEEP WATCHING
THE LIFE WE WANT TO LIVE
NOCTURNE
JUST SIT THERE
IMAGE OVERLOAD
ARE YOU A PHONE-CHECKER?
OUT THERE
WHICH CAME FIRST?
DISTRACTED?
COUNTING SLEEP
SLEEP TRAINING
DREAM LIGHT
SOMETIMES MY SON
MAGIC 8 BALL
BOGGLE
THE RABBIT HOLE
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