Readers operate under precedent. What you have read before causes a spin towards what you are reading now. Universality might be what you should read now.
Universality by Natasha Brown
Father’s Day
Somewhere in Nova Scotia, at a battered laminate-top bar, in a wood panelled tavern that smells of spilled beer, urine, and the leftover odour of bagged cigarettes, sits a sixty-two-year-old man with wispy white hair that scraggles out in thin stands from beneath a black ballcap, featuring the nondescript logo of a company that he’s never worked for.
two words
two words
Only Cats
Kirsten laughs. How do you do it?
Do what?
Think about depressing shit all day. I can’t even watch a David Attenborough without getting upset.
A World of Pretend
...To admit to the world, that you might just be a person who knows a little, but not a lot...
Metamorphosis
The night Megha decided that I was the one was the night, I’m certain, when I invited her back to my room—an austere room, halfway up the west side of a high rise, with walls of brick, and laminated floors, and knots of copper plumbing arbitrarily exposed—and she laid eyes upon my mason jars, all eleven of them, lined up neatly on a single wooden shelf above my bed, each containing a single reconstructed cockroach peacefully suspended in a solution of H2O and ethyl alcohol.