I’ve found a flow. It’s odd because I never expected that there would be one. I had always thought of my writing as what it was — produced in random bursts of energy and coherence, or else bled from me in delirium. Which was fine, for what I was doing…

NYNOW It is the week of the October 2021 NY NOW Showcase at 41 Madison. It is evidently quite an affair — a real who’s who of the giftware and tableware market. …

Ahahahaha! Happy New Year! I got paid today — hip-hip-hooray — and I intend to treat myself to a little Jameson, a little White Castle, and a little solitude in which I can marinate my mind in the complex flavor profile of a very grounded yet lofty madman. Things are…

The showroom today has the noxious air and bubbling instability of a malfunctioning nuclear reactor. I am hiding in the back office while the other three take turns bitching at each other. One used the other’s CVS card without asking, one is incessantly neurotic, one is a liar, one is…

I amuse myself. I am a total shmuck! and it makes me laugh. Better to laugh than to cry, though, right? Last month, I took out a personal loan for two thousand dollars. It’s all gone. Impressive, eh? I paid off my ConEd bill (five months late), paid off one…

“How was your weekend?” Erich asked. I dislike Erich. I receive his questions like an annoying slap to the back of the head. He is a senseless automaton and only asked that question so he could coolly segue into his own over-indulgent story of his weekend. “Good,” I replied. “Anyone…

I had a train of thought earlier that I can no longer board. But trains… hm… So much of my life has been spent on trains. Weeks and weeks worth of time. I think now of the train to Valencia, dangerously hungover and fleeing Madrid, crashing after twelve hours of…

Out here in the heat — a delirium I caress. The sun burns my eyes and I squint by the absurd laws of psychosis in a Saharan sandstorm…

I’m too busy dreaming to get any work done. It would be unfortunate if it weren’t instead hilarious, for there is truly no purpose to any of the work here at William Yeoward Crystal, and still less purpose to the idea that there is something the human being is meant…