Love how this piece turns the countdown itself into theprotective ritual. The way Bachelard's intimate immensity plays out here is fascinating becuase the bookstore becomes less a setting than a valve redirecting all that explosive tension somewhere else. I've held onto something too long in a similar way once, watching consequences unfold in slow motion but unable to release it. The mundane mathematical trivia about casting out nines becomes genuinely unnerving when embedded ina story about deferred detonation.
Love this. "My instincts tell me to ding dong in the other direction, but the curiosity magnets are firing strong today so I big-stride after them." This in particular tickled my brain.
Ha. Sounds like you're correcting me for not saying thank you. It's a wonderful story, Jon, and your literary style is so playful. It was tremendous fun to read.
oh no, I am only earnestly loving the love. Sometimes I print out all the comments and then cut out all the love words and make a big love collage that I hang on the back of my bicycle. So bring the love. I can make good use of it.
Good stuff. I was joking 😂 I know what you mean. I screenshot my favorite comments. It's so encouraging when people comment. I value this even more than the likes. A comment is like someone went out and with careful thought, bought you something. Likes are like they just gave you an envelope with money in it.
Love how this piece turns the countdown itself into theprotective ritual. The way Bachelard's intimate immensity plays out here is fascinating becuase the bookstore becomes less a setting than a valve redirecting all that explosive tension somewhere else. I've held onto something too long in a similar way once, watching consequences unfold in slow motion but unable to release it. The mundane mathematical trivia about casting out nines becomes genuinely unnerving when embedded ina story about deferred detonation.
thank you, i love that you got into the meat of it.
Banger, I mean, Firecracker of a story, Jon! Also... LOVE the footnote galore!
thank you Alexander!!
You're one of a kind
as far as i know, yes.
thank you
I'd this story connected to your story about the office spy crawling to the elevator? It feels like it could be
yes, there are a number of ‘zipper’ stories. Laundry Day is another
Well, time for a Jon T deep dive. You should message me a reading list
connection thing. I'd love to fall into that hole
Love this. "My instincts tell me to ding dong in the other direction, but the curiosity magnets are firing strong today so I big-stride after them." This in particular tickled my brain.
I am all for tickling. Especially the velvety, voluptuous folds of the brain. Thank you and please consider your comment a gesture of reciprocity.
Love this.
Love this. Thank you.
Ha. Sounds like you're correcting me for not saying thank you. It's a wonderful story, Jon, and your literary style is so playful. It was tremendous fun to read.
oh no, I am only earnestly loving the love. Sometimes I print out all the comments and then cut out all the love words and make a big love collage that I hang on the back of my bicycle. So bring the love. I can make good use of it.
Good stuff. I was joking 😂 I know what you mean. I screenshot my favorite comments. It's so encouraging when people comment. I value this even more than the likes. A comment is like someone went out and with careful thought, bought you something. Likes are like they just gave you an envelope with money in it.