She Sold my Television

I’d been silent on the matter. But for weeks I watched television on a small, soundless, 14″ black and white set that had, without explanation, replaced my big 72″ HD/3D screen. No words. No reason. I felt I...

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Perfectly Placid

Yesterday was one for the  amateurs. I felt like death warmed over, and thought I was having a heart attack. Maybe I was. But in the end I decide it was just a stupid fucking hangover, the likes of which has not struck me in...

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Stupid Early

Don’t know why I got here at 7am today. The workplace. I discovered that iKraveit, the local stalwart bodega, is not open 24/7. I was there at 6am and they were closed. I’ve never seen them closed since they opened....

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Up at 4AM

Lately I rise at 4am and I know not why. I should be more tired. I don’t understand my body. My innards squirm and quiver. I woke screaming from a dream, felt so real, an angry person seeking vengeance upon me for no...

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4 Days away and nothing to show for it

I always have plans, ambitions, goals to apply for other jobs or simply quit the job I’m at now. Just walk away with nothing lined up. But I’d be penniless. I’m coming up on 3 years at this job and I have less...

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Pear Stems

I might do more of this today. Typing. Writing into a space unrelated to the job I am being paid to do. I almost never do that. I do it here, in the pre-work hours. People here do not like me. I don’t have a problem with...

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People Running

Something I’d not spotted, or simply not noticed before, is the people running full tilt down the passageway connecting Fulton Station to the Oculus. The path looks pretty perilous, being at what I’m guessing is a...

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Rosedale No

The Shit Splift schedule truly makes a healthy work-life balance difficult. Sleeps hygiene becomes a distant chagrin. I alsmot always come in on Thursdays feeling like death warmed over, largely on account of having slept in the...

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Mute Commute

Today was close to bliss, commutably so. The assumption that I will always get a seat in the morning has proven questionable,  but I was able to find a corner spot today. I would expect to always be able to score something...

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Sick passenger at Whitehall

Caused my commute to terminate at Canal Street when I was already running late (by my sstandards being less than an hour early is late). It should not have such an effect on me but I am shaking and took another 1mg of the panic...

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Busted commute

My near-fantasy of having a blissful commute is shattered. My personal elevator (as I chosse to imagine it) is out of order and taped up with crime-scene looking adhesive strips. Maybe it will be fixed soon or maybe it will be...

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He Hate Me

I’ve come to realize that I enter this office every day assuming that everyone here hates me. I don’t think that’s really true. But this is such a compartmentalized organization. Each individual is like a...

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Manic

I am unsure what happened this morning. It felt out of my control, unstoppable. I masturbated once and shot a monster load but something compelled me, minutes later, to go at it again. The first shot was in the bed, the next...

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October

And finally it feels like October is supposed to feel. Colder, with the sadness of the changing season having passed through me already before last week’s heat streak. I uncovered an old notebook I got a long time ago. It...

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First time

Yesterday is probably the first time I ever let this happen. I’m not sure. It’s not something for the record books or historical epochry. But I believe I neglected to rinse the shampoo/conditioner out of my hair upon...

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Old Pills

I was comparing my mental state thesse days compared to just over a year ago. Actually it’s been a year and 3 months since I switched departments. That span of time has not been without its incidents but I have no doubt...

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Working

I feel trapped in this job. No desire to do it anymore. Going through the motions feels futile. I am empty inside, everything in me has drained away. I see sweat and grime under my fingernails and swear I’m bleeding,...

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Dismal Commute

In fact it went perfectly. The new Saturday commute has me connecting from the N to the R on the same platform, with only a 3-4 minute wait for the R and no stairs to climb up or down. The R was more crowded than anticipated but...

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Feeling better and I know not why

It can’t be any real mystery. Diet is everything. Today I feel limber and lithe. I don’t hate being here. I don’t hate being alive. I don’t feel like a burden on those around me. Yesterday was another...

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Secret Museum

I felt like I was building a secret museum yesterday. A collection of content so secret that no one will ever see it. It’s not scandalous, at least not by my reckoning. But it is what I envisioned when I started...

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Bags of apples

Dreamed I was tasked with sorting out a bag of apples left behind by a girlfriend 8 years ago. The apples were mostly rotten but the grannysmiths held their skin together. One apple was crawling with some kind of worm or maggot....

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Change up the commute

Again, it’s like I found a secret passageway. The W from Astoria to Cortlandt is my new path to work, non-stop, seats always available, but only on weekdays. The route ends at Whitehall, which I think is only one or two...

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Threw away her toothbrush

I think it’s been about a month since it ended. I did not keep her toothbrush hanging from the bathroom holster this long for any reason except oversight. I removed her bath towel from the inventory and sent it to laundry...

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Record Everything Redux

I am back to activasting my always-on recording devices that document the view outside the living room window, the activities occurring in my living room, me sleeping in the bedtoom, and my time spent in the shower. THe only...

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New route

It’s taken a while but I think I’ll settle on new routes to and from work. They take a little longer but I think it will be worth not having to make 1 or even 2 transfers. Today’s AM trek felt like I was in...

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4 Days Away

I think 4 days straight is the most I’ve taken off from this job. I may have done 5 days but I’m not sure. I’ve never really taken a vacation the way others do. I am quite sore today and not feeling...

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Sexsomnia

Interesting article about Sexsomnia, a word I’ve never heard but the conditions assigned to its meaning are known to me. I knew a woman who talked often about a man she was with who fucked her while she was sleeping, and...

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10,000 Steps

Someone at the workplace singled me out this week for the fact that he sees me walk and walk the walk around the office every day. He sees me getting my steps in and he commended me for it. I don’t know who he is or from...

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In a previous life…

I saw two items yesterday which, in a not-so-distant previous life, would have made my eyes and mouth water. One was a folder containg hundreds, possibly 1,000 35mm slides. They were Kodachrome but not the red frame. In fact,...

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Did it

I blocked her number. I don’t think I’ve ever done that except for spam callers. But I don’t want to waste her time any more than I want her to waste mine. Thinking now about the shots across the bow. The...

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Staying Alive

The current batch of well-intentioned subway litanies discouraging people from being suicidal clickbait by riding on top of subway cars reminds me, inevitably, of the Florida license plate campaign called “ARRIVE...

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Going to be a shit day

It already is a shit day, starting with some epic nightmares that kept me solidly scared asleep, araid to wake up to this nightmare that felt too real, right up until 5:30. I had been hired to work on some sort of production or...

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Hearing different things

It seemed like a strange encounter at first. An uncrowded subway train, one man standing by a door reading off his phone when another man, walking half the distance of the car, holds his phone up for the other man to see as he...

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Back at Work

Back at the office after 4 days away. In the 2-3/4 years I’ve been here I am yet to take what would formally qualify as a vacation. Most consecutive days I got away were 5, but mostly I get 3 or 4 days here and there. I...

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Home. Place.

I am at home. I do not do much writing here anymore. After a few days away from the office, I let myself try to make this place feel like that word: Home. I don’t know if I can. This place, the space with its hunkering...

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The Last?

Woke up this morning feeling fine, but the Saturday commute left me rattled and even a little sore. I don’t want to take another does of the panic pill but I just might. Woke up for some reason reflecting on the woman who...

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Early

Early on a Friday reminds me that, while I would never express the sentiment out loud, I really do feel a certain resentment over the fact that certain people are allowed to work from home a couple of days a week while the...

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No more squeak

With my new shoes I no longer make a squeaking, kissing sound every other stpe I take across a linoleum or non-carpeted floor. I am proud of my stature. I no longer sound like a poorie who has not enough money to buy new shoes...

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Parkchester

I did not see as much of this sort of terracotta stuff as I hoped for in Parkchester yesterday,...

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Disappearances

One of my Liszt bags vanished. Its disappearance is incomprehensible to me. How could it have happened? Where did it go? I’m talking about a bag purchased online, a reusable shopping/tote bag graced with an image of Franz...

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Gutter Phlegm

That is what I feel like today. I am something smarmy. Took an extra half mg of the panic pill but something feels like it will wax and weave my brain matter today. I don’t know why. Slept well, almost too well, until...

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Priced out of strawberries

At the C-Town on Hugh Grant Circle in Parkchester yesterday I spotted a price of $8 for a pound of FOXY brand strawberries. I’ve never seen strawberries priced so high. For about 2 years now a pound of strawberries has...

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Topless Woman on Fulton Street

A topless woman was seen yesterday on Fulton street, just walking around, protecting her bald head from the sun with a flowery umbrella. I did a double take and abruptly looked away, chuckling at myself over the...

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Early to bed, early to be late

The sudden death of the Payphone Radio Shoutcast stream took me by surprise, to say the least. cheapshoutcast.com has been a rock solid reliable hosting platform for me for over 5 years. I remember one weekend of downtime, and...

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Landing pad

Twice in the last few months I’ve experienced something I don’t remember ever occurring. Last night I went to sleep early, about 6:30pm, after a very exhausting day navigating the medical system. I woke up at about...

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Why am I here?

I am poor because I choose poverty. I am a poorie. If I subsist that satisfies me. I like electronic toys and gadgets and have indulged in those expenses in the past, but not anymore. I am unable to contribute to the economy in...

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I know how to feel

Sockless at work. A first for me. White people don’t like to show their feet, as a Romanian woman once extolled unto me. I don’t need the discomfort or the extra layer. Still, I surveyed this workplace and found that...

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Walked a walk

Yesterday was like my olden days, yesterday and the day before, to be exact. Wandering areas...

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Just Another Saturday

Lots of people sleeping on the 4 train today. More than I’m used to seeing. Maybe they stand out more because it’s Saturday and less crowded, or maybe it’s because I switched subway cars twice on the ride...

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Food

I have a theory that the only subject anyone ever really talks about is food. Even when they are not explicity describing something like the new hot sauce at White Castle, I think someone discussing a scheduling conflict at...

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Friday

I spotted an unusual job listing in the piano world. Being a pianist is an asset but it’s more about schmoozing with wealthy customers and institutions. Pianos are not for the poor. They are trophies, or glossy furniture...

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Indifference

Watching an old video of myself playing a recital, live event, people gathered voluntarily to inspect and discuss… I have not watched it again in recent weeks but somehow it surfaced in my head today, while waiting to...

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Jing-Ding Ding

Dreamed last night my sister had a son or daughter named Jing-Ding Ding and a single bedbug in her house. It did not look like a bedbug to me but that was Jing-Ding’s verdict on the species/genus/phyla/whatever of this...

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I Don’t Even Know

what happened? I arrived at 6pm, next thing I knew it was 1:30pm the next day. Or so it seemed in the moment. I was awake earlier, around 10am, which is already dangerously off-routine for me. I had fallen off the bed and my...

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Am I Really Doing the Right Thing?

Working. I like working. I like busy. But is it the right thing for me? Paycheck to paycheck, a salary that puts me well below the New York City poverty line, no ambition or realistic scenario would have me leave New York for...

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