Inventory #610: Ongoingness: The End of a Diary by Sarah Manguso

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REGARDING OLD STREETS

And then I think I don’t need to write anything down ever again. Nothing’s gone, not really. Everything that’s ever happened has left its little wound.

—Sarah Manguso

Inventory #609: SD card

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REGARDING ROUTES

We were serving drinks at the warehouse party when someone tossed you the keys to a limo parked down the street. You were told to drive it back to the warehouse and pick up the celebrities. The driver was drunk, now it was our job, I was allowed to come with you if I stayed quiet. There were only two celebrities, we thought there’d be more, and they didn’t want anything except a ride, we thought they’d be making all kinds of demands. You couldn’t find their hotel but pretended you could, careful to make circles around new streets. Then you did find it and the celebrities left. Where do we go now? you asked. Home? I asked.

Inventory #608: Flat top brush

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REGARDING TRIVIALITY

I chose my earthly substitute: a mascara-stained tide that rolled in at a specific part of morning. It looked just like me—punctual, habitual, reaching, and I’d be happy to be replaced by unbreakability. I longed for the coast, so I went there, I dreamt of boats and got on them. If there was a movie, it was mine. 

Inventory #607: All of the Men I Have Never Loved by Zoe Dzunko

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REGARDING REPUTATION

You are such a trivial thing now
that we have our modern ocean

liners and our GPS systems, we
are not scared of you and your

ominous name. 

—Zoe Dzunko

Inventory #606: Cutting board

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REGARDING SUSTENANCE

Let’s eat the way we did when we were children—flatten everything into one thin layer, then leave. I sat in a chair so high I had to worsen my posture and hang my head to avoid the ceiling. We learned about history but could never recite a thing, we sat there making the same mistakes until we laughed so hard we couldn’t make anything. I was hungry, I was not cooking, I was waiting, telling you the endings of every movie I’d seen so you wouldn’t have to see them. 

Inventory #605: Translucent powder

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REGARDING LITTLE HISTORIES

My past shines, unmarred in all the light I throw at it. Do I remember? Yes, we were in the river or we were blessed or we were dog paddling or we were forgiven or all of that, yes, actually, we were lifted. How could I forget. The year I spent in rooms that did not belong to me, the bottoms of my feet turned tough and black, I memorized floor plans in silence, I loved but not fully, I was brought to a body of water and refused to drink. How could I.

Inventory #604: Nail polish remover pads

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REGARDING THIS MOMENT IN TIME

Do my hands look like laborers’ hands? Like actors? Like puppets shaped like hands? Do they have little histories? Are they plural? Preserved? What have you done to remember them? Is there a list? Can we compare? Are those burns from things you cooked? Do your hands learn? Can mine? 

Inventory #603: Two Serious Ladies by Jane Bowles

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REGARDING FILTH

"If you don’t lie down in the mud and let me pack the mud over you and then wash you in the stream, you’ll be forever condemned. Do you want to be forever condemned? This is your moment to decide."

—Jane Bowles

Inventory #602: Makeup remover wipes 

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REGARDING REVERSAL OF FORTUNE

I put a decision on, then take it off. I sit in chairs until I’m alone, I walk into windstorms with all my technology. I can measure myself but not my wildness, not my tendency to go outside at exactly the wrong time. I knew an artist that tried to spread a rumor that he’d been struck by lightning while taking a photo of it. Magazines printed it as fact. 

wordbookstores:

The Weekly WORD, Brooklyn
On Wednesday, August 27th, at 7 p.m., May-Lan Tan (Girly), Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal), and Elizabeth Mikesch (Niceties) will take to the basement to share some of their deepest, darkest secrets … or maybe their genre-bending essays and stories. Either way, this is going to be great. 
Thursday, August 28th, at 7 p.m., we’re celebrating the release of That’s When the Knives Come Down by Greenpoint’s own Dolan Morgan. He’ll be joined by Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal) and B.C. Edwards (The Aversive Clause, The Standard Cyclopedia of Recipes). This is one night only, folks! Knives, cities, relationships, bodies, and absurdity for just one night!
wordbookstores:

The Weekly WORD, Brooklyn
On Wednesday, August 27th, at 7 p.m., May-Lan Tan (Girly), Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal), and Elizabeth Mikesch (Niceties) will take to the basement to share some of their deepest, darkest secrets … or maybe their genre-bending essays and stories. Either way, this is going to be great. 
Thursday, August 28th, at 7 p.m., we’re celebrating the release of That’s When the Knives Come Down by Greenpoint’s own Dolan Morgan. He’ll be joined by Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal) and B.C. Edwards (The Aversive Clause, The Standard Cyclopedia of Recipes). This is one night only, folks! Knives, cities, relationships, bodies, and absurdity for just one night!
wordbookstores:

The Weekly WORD, Brooklyn
On Wednesday, August 27th, at 7 p.m., May-Lan Tan (Girly), Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal), and Elizabeth Mikesch (Niceties) will take to the basement to share some of their deepest, darkest secrets … or maybe their genre-bending essays and stories. Either way, this is going to be great. 
Thursday, August 28th, at 7 p.m., we’re celebrating the release of That’s When the Knives Come Down by Greenpoint’s own Dolan Morgan. He’ll be joined by Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal) and B.C. Edwards (The Aversive Clause, The Standard Cyclopedia of Recipes). This is one night only, folks! Knives, cities, relationships, bodies, and absurdity for just one night!
wordbookstores:

The Weekly WORD, Brooklyn
On Wednesday, August 27th, at 7 p.m., May-Lan Tan (Girly), Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal), and Elizabeth Mikesch (Niceties) will take to the basement to share some of their deepest, darkest secrets … or maybe their genre-bending essays and stories. Either way, this is going to be great. 
Thursday, August 28th, at 7 p.m., we’re celebrating the release of That’s When the Knives Come Down by Greenpoint’s own Dolan Morgan. He’ll be joined by Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal) and B.C. Edwards (The Aversive Clause, The Standard Cyclopedia of Recipes). This is one night only, folks! Knives, cities, relationships, bodies, and absurdity for just one night!
wordbookstores:

The Weekly WORD, Brooklyn
On Wednesday, August 27th, at 7 p.m., May-Lan Tan (Girly), Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal), and Elizabeth Mikesch (Niceties) will take to the basement to share some of their deepest, darkest secrets … or maybe their genre-bending essays and stories. Either way, this is going to be great. 
Thursday, August 28th, at 7 p.m., we’re celebrating the release of That’s When the Knives Come Down by Greenpoint’s own Dolan Morgan. He’ll be joined by Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal) and B.C. Edwards (The Aversive Clause, The Standard Cyclopedia of Recipes). This is one night only, folks! Knives, cities, relationships, bodies, and absurdity for just one night!

wordbookstores:

The Weekly WORD, Brooklyn

  • On Wednesday, August 27th, at 7 p.m., May-Lan Tan (Girly), Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal), and Elizabeth Mikesch (Niceties) will take to the basement to share some of their deepest, darkest secrets … or maybe their genre-bending essays and stories. Either way, this is going to be great. 
  • Thursday, August 28th, at 7 p.m., we’re celebrating the release of That’s When the Knives Come Down by Greenpoint’s own Dolan Morgan. He’ll be joined by Chelsea Hodson (Pity the Animal) and B.C. Edwards (The Aversive Clause, The Standard Cyclopedia of Recipes). This is one night only, folks! Knives, cities, relationships, bodies, and absurdity for just one night!

Inventory #601: Madness, Rack, and Honey by Mary Ruefle

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REGARDING REMNANTS

Once I witnessed a windstorm so severe two 100-year-old trees were uprooted on the spot. The next day, walking among the wreckage, I found the friable nests of birds, completely intact and unharmed on the ground. That the featherweight survive the massive, that this reversal of fortune takes place among us — that is what haunts me. I don’t know what it means.

― Mary Ruefle