found upon considering my time in Seattle this weekend

chart by Sam Potts, for an NYC Times article.

the cheapest form of time travel

I found a stranger dancing at Noc Noc, an all-night club I went to in Seattle, who was a striking image of my last lover, but fifteen years younger. I had him hold me and kiss me on the crown of my skull, just so I could close my eyes and pretend I was still home.

Some times I feel like I am sinking into an alternative to my own life.

I don't think the kids will mind.