Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

“You know,” I was told, “it seems that a great deal of your contact with the world is theoretical. Like, rather than actually living through things you think about things.“ I thought about it. It seemed valid. I had to … Continue reading →

The other day (No, Mrs. Stickler, it doesn’t matter what day it was) I was talking about an artistic practice I’d picked up and then I referred to a better artistic practice I’ve yet to exploit that I learned about … Continue reading →

So here’s the thing: You’ve got to learn to say goodbye. You linger. You loiter. You stay too late. It’s an illness, I think. You cannot take a hint. You stay until the cows come home and then miss the … Continue reading →

Sun warm after Fall rain, she asks how to call happiness. Stretching on the blanket she spilled across the grass and leaves, I shrug. "It simply comes to me on occasion," I say, and despite myself, I smile. I think … Continue reading →

This, this has been poorly planned. I did not anticipate the quality of the opening acts. I did not plan on following performers of such artistic skill and discernment. You guys are good! How the fuck am I supposed to … Continue reading →

Every day is a day of waking. Every day is a day of work. Every day is a sunrise setting. Every day is a sunset missed. Every day is a missing moment. Every day I write the script. Every day … Continue reading →

Think: You could be with me right now in my hellhole home with the roaches and the heat and the filth and clutter and the noises in the night from the bumps from above along with creaky boards and crashes … Continue reading →

There was a survey they asked me to fill out today and in it they asked how things were going and whether I was experiencing suicidal ideation and I put down No. And they asked further down if I was … Continue reading →

I noticed for a while you wore nothing but red and I thought it was some kind of power move but I didn’t say anything because I thought to call attention to it might seem a little stalkery but then … Continue reading →

He decided he was a good listener. The way they talked around him as he stroked his chin and said, "Yes, yes…" and nodded knowingly put them at ease, he felt, and kept them talking. That was what a good … Continue reading →