“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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Inventory Week

In Between

May Day

Debra Winger Gave Me OCD

The Whistling Elevator

The Special Ones

I Want to Smoke Like Szymon Krawczyk

The Pickpocket

Those Eggs Are Going to Cost You

Working With Orchestrators

Sunfish Days, 1985

The Yelling Man

I Was a Courtesy Girl

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