“As I look out the living room window of my city condo, it occurs to me that I’ve never once seen a naked body in the windows of the high rise across the street. Though somebody has probably seen mine. The anonymity of city living is like that. We’re isolated, yet sharing an existence with others who are leading their own solitary lives.”

— excerpt from The Yelling Man

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In Between

The Whistling Elevator

May Day

Debra Winger Gave Me OCD

I Was a Courtesy Girl

The Special Ones

I Want to Smoke Like Szymon Krawczyk

Those Eggs Are Going to Cost You

Pickpocket

Working With Orchestrators

The Yelling Man

Sunfish Days, 1985

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