Just as the human world began to fester inside its new viral unfolding, my wee book, User Not Found was sent to press for its second printing.
You can purchase a copy from Future Tense Books, here.
Sending love, wherever you are.
User Not Found - Published by Future Tense Books
In December, I threw myself a tiny inflatable raft after nearly drowning in the murky internet sea. I flailed around, gasping for air, and in the process, wrote an essay about it. The essay, titled User Not Found, was picked up by the spectacular small press hero, Future Tense Books and will be released in REAL book form at end of November.
You can preorder your copy HERE.
Some excerpts from User Not Found for your reading pleasure:
It happened frequently, the sky shifted from blue to red to black and the day was gone and I was still there masticating the frayed remains of a fingernail, scrolling through screens, two of them. One large. One small. My upper back ached. My chin doubled and tripled. My hips melted through the slats of chairs. I assumed someone would come and feed me by hand, then through a tube. Let me check your eyes, they would say. It looks like you’ve lost your vision, they would say. We are going to have to scoop out your eyeballs and feed them to the tiger sharks. Let’s not waste the remaining energy of your eyeballs. The sharks are the only way out for you, they would say. If you don’t give the sharks your eyes, you’ll regret it, more than likely end up alone, penniless, a bonafide cyborg. I nod and update my status on the walls. When your eyeballs are fed to tiger sharks.
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Today, sentences come in clear, even lines. I’m compelled to write long letters about what life was like ten years ago, before I was on the walls. I text paragraphs to faraway friends I haven’t spoken to in a while. I ask them to remember us when we didn’t have money for shoes or coffee creamer. I try to recall the shape of their name on paper, the patter of their footsteps. My eyes aren’t as tired, and my peripheral vision is improving. I consider heading to the woods to see if I can spot a Great Horned Owl.
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I feel sorry for all users and long to free them from the walls. Let’s eat pie, I think. Let’s stare at the back of each other’s hands. Let’s talk about the weather. Let’s make out. I want to smell you! I look outside. Orange with thwacks of blue. It’s easy to put my shoes on, to open the door.
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I buy film for a 35 millimeter camera that belonged to my father in the late sixties. I take the first film photo of my child, eager to see her image composed of dots rather than pixels. The shutter clicks. She asks to look at the picture. When I tell her it’s inside the body of the camera, in a roll of film we will have to process with chemicals and light, she loses interest in what I’m saying and walks away.
User Not Found - With Future Tense Books
Exciting news! In October 2018, Future Tense Books will be publishing an essay I've written (titled User Not Found) about trying to unglue myself from the interweb's sticky tendrils. User Not Found will be part of their terrific Scout Book Series, slim, beautiful chapbooks, designed, printed and bound in Portland, Oregon.
Future Tense has released several groundbreaking debuts and small press classics throughout the years. They take pride in publishing new writers and books that take chances and go places where you might not expect. If you haven't checked out Future Tense Books, you should. And if you can, buy yourself a few gems. Huzzah!