Mike from Minneapolis. Sincerely.
The Salad (that I wrote a story about)
Word Riot has been kind enough to publish a short story of mine, “The Salad.” If you have an interest in reading about a person struggling to make a salad in an increasingly hostile environment with minimal companionship or know-how and a creeping sense of home invasion, then perhaps, well, whatever. Here’s to _____________.
(Also, I should say thanks to Word Riot’s fiction editor, Kevin O’Cuinn!)
I feel like the weather for the last week has been “implied rain” even when it wasn’t raining. I’ve had the opportunity to wear my hoodie more often than I would have expected. I did not sit around trying to expect some sort of ratio for that. I am reading this Steven Millhauser book, Little Kingdoms, which is a collection of three novellas, and I have decided as I always do that I need to keep reading more Steven Millhauser. You should do so as well, for both health and safety. I also read Miranda July’s short story collection and that book has little rocket ships in its blood. I mean, maybe it gets a little tiresome to read first-person story after first-person story, but even alienation comes in, like, one really good flavor. Or laughter. Whichever it is. I think living forever would be pretty terrible.
The level of construction at the University of Minnesota has reached such a point of fanatical overload that I’m not even sure anyone is in charge. I think construction crews are just showing up and saying, “This would be a good place for fucking train tracks.” It’s like campus is some sort of cultural center for ambitious, self-starting construction crews that just happen to be wandering the country seeking perfect locations to make a shit load of unpleasant noise.