In the spirit of difficult childhoods and questionable parenting strategies, for our twenty-fourth issue Mouth presents Growing Pains.Read More
We are quick to chalk up our boredom to repetition: the non-difference of days as they cascade and climb towards either solstice. And yet, no one condemns us to this fate. We bring it, willingly and consciously, on ourselves.
It’s hard to imagine that way back when, this course must have been some water’s path of least resistance to low ground. It’s strange now, too, when at most points, only a few feet of mud and rhododendrons separate straight stretches of the river. Such small natural barriers begging to be broken down. My mind isn’t as supple as the serpentine river, and I don’t know anything about whatever kind of science this is.Read More
The world is malleable. You know this. These are your words. Wave functions describe tender states that morph through interaction and observation. Descriptions of probabilistic reality: simultaneous all and none.
Every iPhone owner has the choice whether or not to turn on read receipts, whether or not to add this additional signposting to their conversation for the sake of clarity and transparency, as once a message is declared “read,” it would likely be interpreted as inconsiderate or rude to not respond promptly.
True stories, bled onto the page, with just the names and certain details changed. Especially Kerouac. His stories weren’t remarkable. Nothing specific happened in On The Road. The entire manuscript consisted of small moments and mad people, all strung together into a ten-year odyssey of self-discovery. It was a collection of memories. He kept his memories with books, the way most people kept them with cameras. I wanted to do that.