[Climate Control] Room 551 begins to fill with fog flowing in under the windows and we discuss between kisses what laps over the levee. [Room 551 Party] The Chilean has…

All through this black moon night I’ve been woken by offers of sex and the weeping chorus of balcony dogs. I ask you to turn on the fan, to lift…

The Commiseration of Whale-Watchers Whale-watchers, we do not want to hear about your afternoon squinting into the light. We know only too well how heartache comes at the end of…