Between The Skin and The Skull

It’s as if I have to pay continuous partial attention so that I don’t miss anything. This pressure means that I, among the masses of my age group, am constantly on my devices.  I’ll be on my phone, with my fingers rapidly interacting with the interface with so much automation that the whole process practically precludes conscious awareness. At this point, are my gestures (or even my thoughts) in my own possession anymore? 

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Houses

Bern’s grandfather built the Pennsylvania railroad, but his father squandered the fortune on god knows what, leaving the family impoverished and in Newark, which was problematic for several reasons, though none greater than the fact that in those days being from New Jersey meant that wooing a young and beautiful Upper East Side heiress was a near impossible task.

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Ink Labyrinth

We don’t know why the library burned, but we all felt the smoke before we could smell it. It pressed down upon us, crushing us in our beds. We silently watched the plume of smoke curl into the sky as the building writhed, melting from form to form in its death throes. It tried to staunch the fire by transforming into a stone castle, but the flames were coming from within.

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