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 […]

