It’s hot here, in the nineties. I haven’t yet turned on the air conditioning, but the window in my office is shut because there’s a wasp trapped between the screen and glass. At least, I think that’s where it is. It could be between the upturned blinds and screen, but I won’t check. I don’t … More Significance

Things Immaterial

I found a moth on my kitchen window, climbing up the screen. It was a large moth, close to an inch, I think— I didn’t measure, and it seemed confused by endless mesh beneath its legs, its feet— fragile, if moths have them, I didn’t check— and morning’s heat, the lack of exits, how it … More Things Immaterial