I only have eyes for you, I say. And I mean it. He is the new standard for all things. Everything is beautiful and then there is him –a whole new definition of ultra-beautiful. When he hugged me last, I almost didn’t feel his arms. His skin is my skin: the very temperature and tempo matches … Continue reading
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Fleeting Thoughts No. 7
Six months ahead stretches into eternity. Six months behind is a foggy blink. In hindsight this will be much easier than it was. Words: Katta Hules. Want to submit a fleeting thought? Send it to tubemag@gmail.com with “Fleeting Thoughts” in the subject line. Continue reading
Fleeting Thoughts No. 6
As I walk through the train station, I’m stopped by a man who says that he hopes I have a blessed day, and he is sending me “yellow balls of positive energy.” I’m not exactly sure what this means, but I say “thank you” and keep walking up the stairs. I beat myself up for … Continue reading
Fleeting Thoughts No. 5
I am dry. Drained. Desert-esque. This month this is not my medium. This month I am phoning it in. This month is all shitty first drafts. It doesn’t have to be good, it just has to exist. Words: Katta Hules. Want to submit a fleeting thought? Send it to tubemag@gmail.com with “Fleeting Thoughts” in the … Continue reading
Fleeting Thoughts No. 4
Six hours after I thought I saw you on the bus, I was still looking over my shoulder. Suddenly I was seeing my hair the way you might have been seeing it – my tangled headphones, my tapping foot, my posture slightly slouched against the glass of the window – all through your eyes instead … Continue reading
Fleeting Thoughts No. 3
The cut on her arm is thin, beaded at one end with blood. Fresh and untouched. Does she know it’s there or did her paper skin catch on some sharp piece of life and quietly tear? It’s a scratch really, perhaps from a cat. Or maybe… It’s so straight, so shallow like the fast flick … Continue reading
Fleeting Thoughts No. 2
We listened to Nancy Sinatra, the sky was lavender, and we were eating that fancy cheese I kept hearing about. We didn’t have to be at the drive-in for another half hour. There was no time to get invested in a TV show, so we sat instead, watching the trees move. Does a scene only … Continue reading
Fleeting Thoughts No.1
I have started to believe that everything is living and breathing, ebbing, and flowing. Sometimes that means things ebb towards me and sometimes they flow away, but nothing is really lost. I like the thrill of it all, the sort of spectacle and unknowingness and wondering, but I also like the comfort of sitting in … Continue reading
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