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There is a very old man behind the security desk at the Water West Building, and he blinks at me slowly, like he just woke up from a nap, or the grave.
binders from the Bureau of Labor Statistics
Hey, you hear they named the big day? When we’ll know where she comes down, I mean. April 9.”
But now I’m revising that assessment, seeing him as his father sees him: a princeling, dancing in morning light as he marches across the snow.
The perseverance in this world, despite it all, of things done right.
like an Indian squaw,
“An Advent calendar … of doom.”
and the thing about Temple Palace was that he wouldn’t let go of it.
The end of the world changes everything, from a law-enforcement perspective.
Fascist in the sky, baby.”
She joined the force in February of last year, so she’d gotten—what?—four months active duty before someone took an axe handle and bashed in the face of the world.
Oh no! The coffee’s going to spill onto the floor! I’m so worried! Let’s keep talking about it!”
You go into this hall of mirrors, you chase these clues—a belt, a note, a corpse, a bruise, a file—one thing and then the next, it’s this giddy game that you enter into, and you just stay down there, in the hall of mirrors, forever.
No one has felt it necessary to provide a title for the display, although the theme is clearly things to read before you die.
The world is decaying bit by bit, every piece degrading at its own erratic rate, everything trembling and crumbling in advance, the terror of the coming devastation a devastation of its own, and each minor degradation has its consequences.
After the wake, my father looked at the kitchen, his glasses sitting on his nose, his eyes large and confused, and said to his children, “Well, now, what are we going to do for dinner?” and he meant not just tonight but forever.
coroner, murderer, cop, cop.
In six months none of this will be here, this’ll be ash and a hole.
