Category: Technology, Time & Memory

I timed the conclusion of my martini for exactly 8:05 pm. I sat at the lobby bar of the Algonquin hotel. Two women from Texas sat next to me. One, a woman named Nora from Dallas, was already a few sheets to the wind. The scent of juniper mingled with her sweet perfume. Rocco was…

Imagine a wooded landscape. A man, mud and clay applied in lines to his face and torso, grunts and howls as he smashes two rocks together over a pile of dried grass. Twigs stick out from around the edges. A spark flies off the flint and ignites the kindling into a small blaze. The man…