Walking may not be the most practical mode of transportation. But there’s something magical about strolling around a city.
My name is Speedy Greenawalt and I record music that no one hears.
“’Everything happens for a reason,’” is the wearied refrain often repeated by pious individuals. Perhaps that’s true…but based solely on the evidence at our disposal, it seems as though the exact opposite is more accurate.’
The following excerpt was taken from a notebook discovered on a park bench by the Ohio River in Pittsburgh. It contains the thoughts and feelings of a creature who claims to be a “Flussfremder.”
A critical explorations of childhood movies.
‘All Paul could think about as he tried to maneuver his way around a lethargic old lady in the cereal aisle of Food Lion was ‘Good God, you old hag, could you move any slower?”
A reflection on the incomprehensible.
‘Live your life like a clear, blue sky — easy and open.’
‘The trouble isn’t understanding, in theory, that we don’t want to become that little gray man. The hard part is taking the proper actions to stave him off.’
“That was probably the hardest thing for me: to watch him fade away right before our eyes, and knowing that no matter what we did, we couldn’t bring back our baby boy.’
‘Early morning presents an opportunity to actually enjoy drinking our coffee — that is to say, it allows us to notice things, instead of having our attention pulled in 36 different directions at once.’
‘Ugly descents such as this happen every single day in this Great Country. We regularly watch good people fall victim to their vices, so theoretically you already know how the story goes.’
A brief essay on the act of writing.
‘The writer had finally run out of things to write about and at first he felt as though this meant he was royally screwed.’
‘RIP, 20s. And goodbye unicorn. You were turbulent and frustrating and enlightening. I enjoyed you, I hated you, I’ll recall you fondly, but I won’t miss you.’