In the Suburbs You Can See All the Way to the Bottom
Back alleys in major cities are like seaweed in lakes: they don’t always look nice, and maybe you don’t want to step in either one, but if they’re there it means there’s still life there, too.
The Asshole In His Own Story
It wasn't until he fucked up real bad that Dan understood why romantic comedies going all the way back to Shakespeare are based on misunderstandings. It's so that the heroes can feel all the hurt feelings and forgiveness but neither one had to be an asshole. But here he was, an asshole, feeling like he didn't belong in his own story.
Bill’s Difficult Relationship With His Orange
Bill is peeling an orange and finds himself wondering what the orange wants.
It is lifeless now and does not think, yet in order to be peeled neatly with minimal mess, it requires particular treatment – a light touch, a precise tear. It poses questions about our relations with objects.
As he pulls the last bit of peel off the orange, it squirts him in the eye. Apparently what the orange wants is to say “Fuck you, Bill.”
