Ex-con Junta Akiliwombo’s life is a darkly comedic blend of cookie obsession, a trusting wife, weird pets, and CIA mind-control experiments.
Travel guide to Lovecraft’s Aira: a city of artistic beauty that probably doesn’t exist, but you’ll waste decades searching anyway. Pack light, dream heavy.
A jagged, surreal travel guide warns that in Carcosa you’ll lose reflections, memories, time, and maybe yourself—yet still be expected to tip.
The Death of Wonder There is a smell here in my apartment that defies classification: scorched coffee, the metallic tang of despair, the faint ozone of the electrical hum of things long dead but still pretending to be alive, and something else. Something ineffable, as if the air itself remembers forgotten prayers once faithfully and regularly recited to forgotten gods within these rooms. I sit crooked-backed in my chair, one leg wobbling like a drunk acrobat rehearsing for an invisible […]
(A Tragedy in the Key of Bourbon Minor) There are bureaucratic errors that get corrected, and then there are people like Eliphas Plunk — clerical oddities of existence on which somebody, somewhere, stamped approved out of blind fatigue. He was the human equivalent of a form filed in triplicate and lost in the mail; a man who arrived at life without a manual and kept insisting the missing pages were art. He looked like a person who had once been […]