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There was a good dog named Snoop, who was very good at acting. Dogs can instinctually play dead, but this canine was hitting his marks, and had a thousand-yard stare.

White oval, yellow tile, black diamond.

Lenin’s last spoken words were “good dog.”

Every door on the uptown 4 train was clogged with people getting off and more people trying to get on; I ran past one car after another till I could see one with just a few people in side. The doors slammed shut. But then they opened for me again. Mercy! But then I knew why it wasn’t packed. The woman covering her face with her scarf confirmed it.

A pair of figures in baggy sweatpants running up the Metropolitan station’s incline for the Canarsie-bound L train. I’m sprinting after them, book in one hand and pen in the other. We arrive at the last car just when the doors shut. For a couple seconds, the train doesn’t move. Then it drives on.

When I put my box of sweet potato fries on the table, my friend knew exactly which place they’d come from.

Planet Earth is rising into the drab sky, while the mare’s ashen waves break on the gray shore.

Dub techno, “post-rock,” avant-garde jazz: ambient minimalism: the Switzerland of music.

They really expect us to get next year’s planner as early as October.

Fiction and film—they’re not just different mediums but diametrical opposites. Cinema is a vivid and intense simulation of perception: color, sound, cutting: its techniques lend it toward excess. “The visual is essentially pornographic” (Jameson, Signatures of the Visible). At first, it seems novels do the same thing, only through words. A flow of chatter, no natural beginning or ending. The difference is in how the novelist is expected as a rule to repress the tendency, lest it be cast to the experimental margin. Movies that do their own repression become minimal art films. One avant-garde of repression, another of removing inhibitions.

A cat with black markings along his back bounding down Moffat street; a tortie kitten with a bell scurrying from the back of the store to the front counter, behind the muffin stand.

The aluminum birthday balloons sagging next to the garbage bins across from the mailbox, reminiscent of small animals.