I'm sitting in a supermarket with a sushi bar in it on the lower east side and I'm staring at the window into overlapping worlds. Buses and cabs drive through a translucent reflection of aisles with assorted fruits & nuts.
I am an unknown writer. Over the years I've filled many notebooks. As I go through them I will post short excerpts from my writing. Consider this an experiment in microfiction. The excerpts are modified to resemble minute portions of journal entries. The goal is to paint a portrait of a character by putting together a vast, seemingly random collection of these excerpts that come from the pages of his journal. His name is The Mad Diarist.
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This is my favorite thus far.
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