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Just a simple, gestural, incomplete list of some things I like.

Effortless, ethereal beauty.

I don’t like being alone. But being with people doesn’t always help.

I don’t like waiting.

A haiku about the moment of connection — or disconnection.

Writer’s block, terror, and the strange paralysis of not being able to write about something awesome — even when a woman’s mouth hangs in the balance.

The bartender gets a name — his choice, not mine.

I don’t celebrate, but I wish you well.

Things took a weird turn tonight.