White Noise

“You’ve traveled through time,” I said, and my awe at my sister was boundless in that moment. “Where did you go?” “I can’t talk about it.” Her expression was grim. “Can you at least tell me why you don’t want to do it anymore? I’d think it’d be…” “You’d think it’d be interesting,” she said. “It is. At first it’s fascinating. It’s a portal to a diff

On the plane leaving Tokyo I’m sitting alone in back twisting the knobs on an Etch-A-Sketch and Roger is next to me singing “Over the Rainbow” straight into my ear, things changing, falling apart, fading, another year, a few more moves, a hard person who doesn’t give a fuck, a boredom so monumental it humbles, arrangements so fleeting made by peopl

That continuity seemed nearly impossible to Alex: imagine the thread staying the same, the world remaining static.