I Am Gripped By An Existential Panic.

I Think The '80s Created Me, In A Way, When I Look Back On That Time, But I Don't Necessarily Think That A Lot Of My Choices, And A Lot Of Things That I Did, And A Lot Of Things That Happened To Me - Or I Let Happen To Me - Were About That Decade.

With "taipei" Tao Lin Becomes The Most Interesting Prose Stylist Of His Generation...

And Though The Coldness I Have Always Felt Leaves Me, The Numbness Doesn't And Probably Never Will. This Relationship Will Probably Lead To Nothing... This Didn't Change Anything. I Imagine Her Smelling Clean, Like Tea.

We Buy Balloons, We Let Them Go.

...if You're Alone Nothing Bad Can Happen To You.