The couple that commutes together really goes places. At least until the bats come. And the terrorists attack. And the powders run out. A story of love in extreme times.
Winner of Esquire’s Fiction Contest. Well worth the read. Here is a part that I cant get out of my head. Beautiful. Depressing. Uplifting.
“When young lovers are young lovers, they don’t care about home furnishings. A refrigerator is as good as a bathtub is as good as a sturdy ottoman. Floors get cleaned because love got them dirty and because you don’t want your friends slipping on poker night. You clean an apartment only when you sully its reputation. Every room gets some christening, and hallelujah the halls, too. There is freedom in filth. There is faith in the fucking.”