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Posts tagged Glamorama
Try To Care
Dec 31st
You try to care. But you can’t. Even if you wanted to, you can’t. And now, in this room, it occurs to you that they know this too. Confusion and hopelessness don’t necessarily cause a person to act. Someone from my first publicist’s office told me this a long time ago. Only now does it More ...
Like A Lyric From a Song
Dec 30th
It seems impossible that I will ever get out of this house. Under my breath I’m telling myself, It’s just another scene, it’s just another phase, like it’s a lyric from a song that means something. – Glamorama (Bret Easton Ellis) More ...
Just Decoration
Dec 27th
The extent of the destruction is a blur and its aftermath somehow feels beside the point. The point is the bomb itself, its placement, its activation – that’s the statement. Not Brigid blown apart beyond recognition or the force of the blast flinging thirty students closest to the car forty, fifty feet into the air More ...
There’s Nothing Left
Dec 16th
The Gucci tote bag sits on the bed. It’s so cold in the room that Felix’s breath steams. A fly lands on his hand. Felix unzips the tote bag. He stares into it, quizzically. It’s filled with red and black confetti. He brushes the confetti away. Something reveals itself. “No,” Felix says. The bomb swallows More ...