Delta equals n times brackets…_I Have An Agent In Japan_A Cat Called Cat_Locomotives
Catalog Guide:
Delta equals n times brackets…
Yes. The truth. Are you sure? Sure about hearing it? Because there are some things. Once you have heard those things. You can never unhear what you heard. There is no “undo” button for those revelations. There is only the Maginot line of blissful ignorance. A line that demarcates the only two states of being. The life before you hear what I will share with you. And then right now, when I tell you about summing arithmetic sequences. Adding the first 50 integers in a sequence to figure out the total. "Delta equals n times brackets n plus one closed brackets all pided by two" This equation is no...
I Have An Agent In Japan
The movie was called Undead Fish IV and I sat in the bleachers of an Olympic swimming pool with two hundred other extras. I was wearing a blue three piece suit and feeling rather humiliated. The crowded indoor space was quite humid as indoor pools are. I was sweaty and bored while the film crew spent hours setting their camera and lights.I had only brought my suit because as a union extra I was expected to have a change of clothes if the film company didn’t like my street clothes. The third assistant director, or the extras wrangler as she was, insisted I change into the suit. You’ll look l...
A Cat Called Cat
“Bastard cat!” said a man with a wet patch across the groin of his trousers as he burst through the doors of the Hog’s Head. www.onedoor.ccI guessed he was about my age. That is to say, the age where incontinence becomes a very real possibility.His face was ruddy with embarrassment or anger or both as he brushed at the wet patch with his hands as if that would somehow dry them. A mousey lady, his wife I guessed, hurried out after him onto the high street and started doing the same. This just seemed to irritate the man even more, especially when he noticed me.“I haven’t pissed myself,” he blurted at me. “It ...
Locomotives
The little crease in his brow was there again today. It sat just between his eyebrows, a little valley with some stray hairs falling in. It seemed to be deepening the past few weeks, and I briefly wondered at the cause for this single, premature furrow before he handed me my ticket. He didn't smile this morning. He looked far away. I flashed a tight-lipped acknowledgement as I took the little paper from his hand and moved aside. I knew his funny little crease would be the first of many lines to come, and I found myself feeling strange as it struck me that today would be our last exchange. As I...