Galaxy Brain

From the outset, Michael saw Galaxy Brain as a safe haven away from what he felt was typically charged discourse and content online.

My mind functions as a machine which seeks to take everything I care about and formulate it into labors of love.

I’m running nowhere on a treadmill in a Lviv shopping mall, listening to Guided by Voices

When I was ten years old, I got beat up—for the first time—in the woods behind the hockey arena.

Monday mornings, I copy an image from the New Yorker website, and paste it to Michael Murray’s Facebook account.

No advice, for fuck’s sake. Don’t tell me to use ASL when you don’t know how to do it—like, what am I gonna do? Sign to myself?

We’ll follow the white lines ’til we reach the sea
Where there’s no danger, girl
Except for the dripping off your cherry swirl

The office smelled like ammonia.
“We are going to remove all three.”
She blinked. “What?”

My wife brought it in the door one afternoon and quietly placed it on the sideboard.

Obsession? Could I be me without it?
This isn’t remunerative work.
But…compulsion. What do I think?

My water broke! I’d been in the hospital for a week. I was having labor pains, but I was only 24 weeks pregnant.