Mar 7, 2008
The smoke comes from somewhere deep within the house.
Filling the hallway, it flows out of the open door in slow billows and drifts across the yard, swirling and thickening until the firefighters standing there, already anonymous in air masks and helmets, become silhouettes.
The hardwood trees, bare before the cold wind, are blotted out by the smoke and take on the look of ominous, fairytale trees.
Why we kiss
God is a monster
Politics and youtube
Chasing book theives
Stuff white people like
World's biggest gunrunner
World's biggest gunrunner arrested
What happened to rural liberals, the progressive coalition?
Middleschoolers perpetuate penny protest
Document of a deeply frivolous culture
In memory of Larry Norman
Not escape, transformation
Campaign advice for Obama
America's creation myth
Russian mice mystery
The Zizek game
By Daniel Silliman at 3:06 AM