As a writer, I am constantly observing the world around me. And oh, what a beautiful world to observe! For example, look at those two little squirrels playing in the park, just running back and forth without a care in the world. Unburdened and unaware, they are free in a way us humans could never b- oh, hold on, getting a little close to the street, guys. Turn back while you still have a chan- ah, shit. That’s a lot of blood for so small a body. Such vivid imagery, though. I should use that. As a writer, I am…
Author: Tilden Lincoln
Tilden Lincoln
Tilden Lincoln is a Brooklyn-based writer. He grew up in Maine, loving the fresh air and the outdoors, so, naturally, he now lives in NYC, loving the garbage air and the indoors.
Hey, Americans. The year 2020 here. Sorry to break it to you, but I’m not the reason you’re having such a horrible time right now. I’m just an arbitrary number decided by some rando monk who had a thing for Jesus. So stop blaming me and take some damn responsibility. Because of your unconscionable, selfish ineptitude, people are going to remember me for the rest of history as “that year that really fucking sucked.” And that’s not fair. I’m a cool year. At least, you used to think so. Remember when the idea of me seemed so neat? I’m the…