We Buy Balloons, We Let Them Go.

With "taipei" Tao Lin Becomes The Most Interesting Prose Stylist Of His Generation...

Look How Black The Sky Is, The Writer Said. I Made It That Way.

I Keep Feeling That People Are Becoming Less Human And More Animalistic. They Seem To Think Less And Feel Less So That Everyone Is Operating On A Very Primitive Level. I Wonder What You And I Will See In Our Lifetimes. It Seems So Hopeless Yet We Must Keep On Trying ... I Guess We Can't Escape Being A Product Of The Times, Can We?

People Just... Disappear," He Says. "the Earth Just Opens Up And Swallows People," I Say, Some What Sadly, Checking My Rolex. "eerie." Kimball Yawns, Stretching. "really Eerie." "ominous." I Nod My Agreement. "it's Just"- He Sights, Exasperated- "futile.

It's The Rare Book That's Able To Transport You In A Way That A Movie Does.