A New Kind of Literary Pulse

In front of him, for nearly every minute he was awake, there was a screen.He tried to recall a time when it wasn't this way. He couldn't, so he watched old movies to try to remember."Yeah, but this ... [+]

The first time it really hits me, I'm staring at the peeling paint on the doorknob.I long ago memorized the feeling of coming home – the click of my key in the door, the scent of Mom's stir fry on ... [+]