# data[].attributes.headline
"dining car, and the way the tinted windows on the Greyhound bus cast the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits into a graveyard and obscurely sinister light." 

# data[].attributes.subject
"dining car, and the way the tinted windows on the Greyhound bus cast the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits into a graveyard and obscurely sinister light." 

# data[].attributes.body
My attention veered inexorably back to the
specific, to the tangible, to what was generally considered, by everyone I knew then and
for that matter have known since, the peripheral

# data[].attributes.body
By which I mean not a “good” writer or a “bad” writer but simply a writer, a person whose most absorbed and passionate hours are spent arranging words on pieces of
paper.

# data[].attributes.body
I am not a scholar

# data[].attributes.headline
I was only wondering if the lights were on in the bevatron

# data[].attributes.subject
I was only wondering if the lights were on in the bevatron

# data[].attributes.body
"I can still recall the exact rancidity of the
butter in the City of San Francisco’s dining car,"

# data[].attributes.body
Grammar is a
piano I play by ear

# data[].attributes.headline
 "I can feel the asphalt stick to my sandals. I remember the big tailof a Pan American plane floating motionless down at the end of the tarmac. I rememberthe sound of a slot machine in the waiting room."

# data[].attributes.subject
 "I can feel the asphalt stick to my sandals. I remember the big tailof a Pan American plane floating motionless down at the end of the tarmac. I rememberthe sound of a slot machine in the waiting room."

# data[].attributes.body
I am talking quite specifically about images that shimmer around the edges

# data[].attributes.headline
I can still recall the exact rancidity of thebutter in the City of San Francisco’s dining car, and the way the tinted windows on theGreyhound bus cast the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits into a grayed andobscurely sinister light.

# data[].attributes.subject
I can still recall the exact rancidity of thebutter in the City of San Francisco’s dining car, and the way the tinted windows on theGreyhound bus cast the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits into a grayed andobscurely sinister light.

# data[].attributes.body
I put this woman in the airport later. I made this woman up, just as I later made
up a country to put the airport in, and a family to run the country.

# data[].attributes.headline
"you cant think too much about these picture that shimmer."

# data[].attributes.subject
"you cant think too much about these picture that shimmer."

# data[].attributes.body
I could tell you that I remember a
particular woman in the airport, an American woman, a norteamericana, a think
norteamericana about forty who wore a big square emerald in lieu of a wedding ring, but
there was no such woman there.

# data[].attributes.body
Like many writers I have only
this one “subject,” this one “area”: the act of writing.

# data[].attributes.body
"A young woman with long hair and a short white halter walks through the casino at the
Riviera in Las Vegas at one in the morning."

# data[].attributes.body
"I can feel the asphalt stick to my sandals."
She shows us that shes walking without formally saying it .

# data[].attributes.headline
some places were wet and hot and others were dry and hot, but at each of these airports the pastel concrete walls would rust and stain and the swamp off the runway would be littered with fuselages of cannibalized Fairchild F-227's and the water would need boiling.  

# data[].attributes.subject
some places were wet and hot and others were dry and hot, but at each of these airports the pastel concrete walls would rust and stain and the swamp off the runway would be littered with fuselages of cannibalized Fairchild F-227's and the water would need boiling.  

# data[].attributes.body
She is ordering tea in the airport
coffee shop

# data[].attributes.headline
The lightswent out. The elevator stopped.

# data[].attributes.subject
The lightswent out. The elevator stopped.

# data[].attributes.body
In short I tried to think. I failed.

# data[].attributes.body
“Maria made a list of things she would never do."

# data[].attributes.headline
"let me show you what I mean by pictures in my mind."

# data[].attributes.subject
"let me show you what I mean by pictures in my mind."

# data[].attributes.body
I can feel my skirt damp and wrinkled on my legs.

# data[].attributes.body
You could see the molecular structure
breaking down at the very edges of the cat: the cat became the background and the
background the cat, everything interacting, exchanging ions.

# data[].attributes.headline
I was only wondering if the lightswere on in the bevatron

# data[].attributes.subject
I was only wondering if the lightswere on in the bevatron