The Facebook of Living and Dying

In the past couple of years, two of my closest friends, both in their twenties, have died. They were both people whom I saw on an almost daily basis, and both left behind various physical reminders of themselves scattered about my apartment: a length of prayer flags, articles of clothing, books, handwritten letters, photographs, a rusting bike still locked to my front porch. Sometimes I look to these things for comfort. Sometimes I’d rather not... Read More

Bowling Online

I’m sitting in a hip local coffee house, staring at the dust-coated screen of my PowerBook G4. I’m sitting alone. Browsing photos. Posting on walls. Chatting. About a minute ago, I got a Facebook message from my mom in New York. “xoxo,” it said. Read More  Read More