Paul Gaugin: The light here rocks. Doesn’t the light here rock? Have you ever seen light like that?
Vincent van Gogh: Lalalala.
Category Archives: Pain Suit
Arles, 1888
One evening he realized he was a ghost
- It was twilight and it was raining lightly. Cloud cover was thick and black but thinned towards the western horizon. It is essential to the story that you envision the light conditions this produces:
I have an enemy. No, I have two enemies.
She stopped in front of the crafts shop, examining something in a display basket out in front of the store. I wondered if she planned to swipe it. I walked around her.
Mrs. Marshall
Mrs. Marshall burns a gram of hash in the palm of her hand, catching the smoke in an inverted drinking glass. This is where I realize she’s an android, because she doesn’t wince.
You don’t know nothing
He cries when he cuts his finger on a catfood can. He don’t know nothing about crying. He should just shut up.
Wa-wa
I finished my coffee and threw the styrofoam cup across the room. It spiraled in a perfect arc from my hand to the trash can, but hit the rim. The lid popped off and the milk foam I hadn’t been able to suck out of the cup sprayed across the wall like a spurt of beige arterial blood in a detective show.
Starfish
A million dollars is a sadly small amount next to the ten million that got away, but it