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- The city Citizen stepped out into was different from the city he'd known. People used to be beautiful, he thought. Now they're well groomed.10:35 AM Nov 2nd from web
- Citizen exited the car smoothly, a videotape playing in reverse, and felt the sun rising behind him. Or was that the sun setting backwards?10:33 AM Oct 29th from web
- A smell clambered up into Citizen's awareness: the metallic, bitter-almond smell of dreaming. It was time to get out of the car.1:03 PM Oct 25th from web
- Through the tinted windows the city was not doing anything of note. Its indifference was impressive however. Citizen panted respectfully.1:15 PM Oct 21st from web
- Catching sight of himself in the rearview, Citizen saw that he, himself, also looked vaguely doglike. The fact didn't disturb him at all.8:12 AM Oct 5th from web
- The interior of the car gave off a hum that could only be described as extraterrestrial. CarService planet, Citizen thought. I like it here.1:34 PM Oct 1st from web
- To Citizen's amazement, the Shitsu pulled over. A subtly man-like Shitsu, or possibly a Shitsu-like man. He opened the door and got in.3:39 PM Sep 30th from web
- A limo passed Citizen just then, to all appearances being driven by a Shiitsu. At least his tour of radioland was over. He flagged it down.2:59 PM Aug 22nd from web
- Citizen had always hated the steady I-V drip of prechewed entertainment he was attached to, and NPR was no exception. It made his eyes itch.9:54 AM Aug 13th from web
- Just then, Terry Gross 2.0 walked past him, smoking an invisible cigarillo. Citizen shivered. Why couldn't it at least be Click & Clack?12:41 PM Aug 7th from web
- I'm doomed to exist in a world full of avatars, Citizen thought. I can accept that. But do they ALL have to have been culled from NPR?9:20 AM Aug 7th from web
- The street was full of a.m. commuters now. Citizen looked around and made a bone-chilling discovery. Everyone looked like Garrison Keillor.11:28 AM Aug 3rd from web
- Come to think of it, the cop bore a queasy resemblance to Garrison Keillor. Same varicose, squash-headed look, like a cro-magnon fetus.10:33 AM Jul 16th from web
- Is there anything worse than indifference? Citizen asked himself. Dreamcatchers, maybe. The Eddie Bauer catalog. A Prairie Home Companion.2:56 PM Jul 15th from web
- The cop's worst seemed to involve ignoring Citizen completely. The silent treatment. Citizen clenched his jaw and resolved not to crack.11:50 AM Jul 12th from web
- I'll have you know, Citizen said to the cop, that I'm aware of my rights as a taxpayer. Profoundly aware of them. Do your worst, Little Man.1:11 PM Jul 1st from web
- This policeman didn't look to be waiting for something decisive. This policeman made a proactive impression. This policeman looked pissed.1:24 PM Jun 27th from web
- Just then a policeman materialized, like a mushroom after a rain. Citizen's decisiveness was impaired by this. He shut his eyes tight.3:29 AM Jun 26th from web
- I'll give them something decisive, Citizen thought. I'll immolate myself. I'll start the next Great Fire. Where the fuck are my matches.3:13 PM Jun 24th from web
- They were waiting for something decisive, Citizen realized. Some clear-cut, gloves off, simple ultraviolent event. He wished them luck.7:41 AM Jun 21st from web
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- Name John Wray
- Location Brooklyn, NY
- Web http://us.macmill...
- Bio My 3rd novel, Lowboy, is out now from Farrar, Straus and Giroux. I've been known to drink beer.
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