Dan Radcliffe

Watching Fire Die One summer, about four years ago, we had forest fires. Not just the normal forest fires but the turn of the century, El Nino has fucked everything up kind of forest fires. The kind you saw on the news, which I watched every evening that summer at ten o'clock after a nightly movie. The pictures on he screen were of poor scraggly trees trying to hold their ground as around them blazed orange, hungry flames you thought would enver die. Those days, the fires seemed invincible. They seemed like something that would never, ever die, just keep gong. You would never think that one day they would just fizzleWatching Fire Die


Monday Morning The subway train was dirty, not so dirty you could see the dirt on the plastic marbled floor, but dirty enough that you could see them in the small gritty spaces - the space between the windows and the subway walls, the little crevice between the floor and the metal leg of the chair bolted into it, the space where coins fall between the vinyl seat cushions. The subway was dirty enough. On this subway there happened to be two seats, sitting next to each other: one had a ketchup stain that had fermented and formed a solid sculpture that could not move or be moved, and this splotch sat under the seat.Monday Morning
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