Galo

He storms into a room, which is also the world, that is also everything that surrounds us, paws clattering across the floor, any floor, all over the place, as big as a dog can possibly be, and as much of a dog as one dog deserves—and wishes—to be,…

About time

"What I'm saying," I try to tell them for the second time, even if it makes no sense, even if it is impossible, even if we may be heading to our doom, "is that this bridge wasn't here a moment ago, and now it is." And it is. It truly…

You won't remember my name

The last time I stepped into the sea was the day she left me. Walking had been the only reasonable thing left for me to do, moving one leg after the other, and allowing my body to just go, not minding right then the wind that made my hair dance,…

Dinner for three

Join us and sit down, my dear Higgins; your tardiness is anything but an offense we can’t look past. And before you try: no apologies are necessary, my man. We would certainly not start dinner without you. Why, with you being our guest of honor? There. Better, is it…

A story's tale.

The story begins, and we are, hopefully, hooked in by a daring first sentence. Someone wears something they shouldn't, a quip is made, or perhaps murder is declared. And then, it catches us. We urge onto the next sentence and the next paragraph. We start to lose our sense of…

Five tips on dating after a while

ONE It’s ok to feel awkward. Relationships are an important part of anyone’s life, and starting anew can feel quite scary. Embrace everything you face as a new experience and try to learn something about yourself in the process! TWO Be there on time. Showing respect to a…

Loop

I’ve lived through this moment for a thousandths times by now. It tends to start differently each one. A discovery. A bug. Some experiment gone awry or some study that went well. Too well. But the end result is always the same. The Machine wakes up. Artificial Life conquers…

A last left turn before the end of the night

Cruising the exposed-brick walls of Boston, a starry night sitting above in the sky, Jazz flows through the drivers car and fills the distance between you and me. The lights outside dim and die and brighten again. Alive. There’s life out there, in the city. There’s a sense…