I toss. I turn. I make myself a burrito in my blanket. I stick a leg out and let it dangle off the mattress. I say and grab my phone and s...| Sebastian Malloy
The rain is pouring outside, Biblical and a little unsettling. It pounds against the window of Viola’s attic, and the window rattles in its frame against the...| Sebastian Malloy
We are hiding in the blanket fort that Rivi has built in her living room, a semi-permanent and elaborate construction, stretching from chair to chair and boo...| Sebastian Malloy
Rivi is crumpling junk mail newspaper fliers into balls and packing them around the drinking glasses in the box on the counter. “I still find it impossible t...| Sebastian Malloy
I keep having this weird little fantasy of putting together a good old-fashioned zine kind of thing. You know: printed on paper, an actual, tangible item that you can hold in your hands, with pages that you can flip through and dog ear, with space in the margins for doodles or scribbles or somewhere to write a phone number down, like we used to do in the Before Times.| Sebastian Malloy
I'm not sure when it happened precisely, but I seem to have fallen off the writing wagon. Oops. It's not the first time this has happened, and it w...| Sebastian Malloy
I love hearing from people out in the world, so if you want to reach me (or complain to me, or tell me I'm fabulous, or be my best friend), here's a contact ...| Sebastian Malloy