books
At Home He Feels Like a Tourist
We pass each other with open books. Me, because I know these streets all too well. She, because she doesn’t, not at all.
After-Hours Book Club
Quarter to two Wednesday night Wait half done for the next train home. Eyes that have seen enough today scan a ragged paperback open on my lap. Is that a good book? asks the girl next to me on the aluminum bench underground. It is, I say, closing it shut. I turn toward her: This […]
The Lonely Get Lonelier
It’s Valentine’s Day, so obviously my thoughts turn to the physical-fitness industry and the encroachment of technology on human interactions. Oh yeah, and also about solitude. There was a recent New York Times article about fitness—no, not the one about how lonely rats’ brains don’t work as well after exercise as real sociable rats’ brains […]
Jack Silbert, curator