Matthew Perry was extraordinary, or, the wisdom of addiction.

Equinox is pretty, but the people suck. Crunch is functional, but often gross.

She’s striking.

An unusual night, at the end of which, I get two phone calls and a text from a beautiful woman I’d never met before that evening.

A vision of beauty, rendered poorly in words by me, and worse, in picture, by Dall-E.

Rethinking strip clubs.

In which a woman disappears on me. As so many have done. Am I wired to make women disappear?

A sighting of beauty.

A fantasy.

Is more always better?