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Reading Beckett in My Car Before Work
They sent me to a different post office for what they call on the job training.
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Caleb Caudell
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The End of Experience
Or, A Geneology of Digital Malaise
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People talk about a male loneliness epidemic, but I never meet any of these lonely men
Part three of an autofictional series
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My heritage I’m flippantly flushing down a backed up toilet as I browse subscription single origin coffee services
Because of the economy
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Last Place Prizes
For a month I’ve been unemployed.
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A Reasonable Proposal
When the man in the cubicle next to me talks on the phone to some muttonheaded superintendent to confirm the exact number of wire spools on an order…
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Bad Mailman
At the Eagle Creek post office, where I was sent without warning soon after arriving at the Circle City office, my supposed original assigned station…
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18
Febreze Scented Corpse in a Tanning Booth
US Highway 31 runs flat and straight from Indianapolis to Plymouth.
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An Honest Living
Last week a snowstorm unloaded on Indianapolis.
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Kafka is a soothing reference these days
Today I’m going to the office where I used to work, in a manner of speaking, to hand in my company laptop as large as a pontoon boat and a mouse still…
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I live in the same house as philanthropic organ traffickers
The old woman who lives in the other side of the house where I rent a place moved a black mother and daughter into her apartment and then killed them.
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The alarm clock of reason
Nothing reveals a fracture in the soul like insomnia.
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