5th Column

Noise passed away sometime early Tuesday morning. I only noticed later, when my playlist sounded too clean and the city seemed to hum in perfect key. The news feeds didn’t mention it, of course—they rarely report a death that isn’t attached to a body, if they’re

The theatre smelled of polish and drizzle, though perhaps it was only the memory of drizzle clinging to our coats as we shuffled into the dark. Sometimes the dark is cinema; sometimes it is a fuselage above the Atlantic; sometimes it is the baseline of Arthur Ashe Stadium; sometimes it