“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
Publications & Media
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