The Alphabet Disciple greets me with open arms in the lobby at the train station. “Welcome stranger,” he says, “to the City of Angels.” He’s wearing faded jeans and an L.A. Kings T-shirt. It’s 8:00 a.m. on a Tuesday and I’ve just arrived from my hometown. I’ve got an...
Photo: red mango / Shutterstock.com There was a comfort in not knowing where she was. It felt like evidence that the menaces in her life—menaces tied tightly to a place and the people of that place—didn’t know where she was either. The beard that cushioned his chin...
Photo: lucarista / Shutterstock.com At the traffic light in front of the FAO in Rome, on a warm June night, a woman in a red FIAT 500 searches for a decent song on the radio and thinks about the grotesque date she’s just had. The man was expecting her to go to a hotel...
Photo: D. Ribeiro / Shutterstock.com Maya arranged it. ‘He’s your type,’ she said, as we ate lunch between classes in our favourite alcove where students never interrupt us. ‘What does that mean?’ I said, pushing my tray aside. I’d read an article that morning about...
Photo: Marco Crupi / Shutterstock.com 4.6 stars/ Open until 11:30pmAlms for Saint Anthony: I’ve lost my wallet three times in this city and it has always come back. Green leather clutch purchased in 2017 from a Coach outlet in New Orleans. The most recent time, I am...
Photo by Vitor Oliveira, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons 4.6 stars/ Closes at 22:00Antidote to burnout: Stop working. Tell your friends to stop working. Hold the sun between your index finger and thumb. Lick the salt off of chips. Stay up to watch the sunrise and...
