I have a dream. A recurring dream. A dream that will not go away. And I'm willing to bet that in some form or another--you have it, too. It's pretty standard: I'm flying. And sometimes I hit the ground screaming.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Let's say you're in the mall and Hillary walks up and says she's had another argument with Bill and needs a hug. So you hug and she asks if you voted for her and you say yes, even though you didn't, because she looks sad. Suddenly, you're at the railroad station, but the train is just departing and Barack Obama is standing at the back door, waving. Behind him is your mother. And she's not happy. Sheila Heti wants to hear from you.
Sunday, March 2, 2008