Status Updates From Miss Subways

Duchovny's prose goes HARD. deadpan, existential, and romantic all at once

"she could see the moon and make out the face that always looked aghast to her—as if the moon, in its slow orbit, were watching Earth the way drivers slow down at the scene of an accident. Each long night was a new, slowly unfolding catastrophe."

"I’m from another time and place, my dear, when love made the cup run over and love killed. When gods and men wrestled, fought, and fucked; and the offspring of their union was sometimes hideous, sometimes wondrous. Sometimes the Minotaur, sometimes Hercules [...] Your love is the holding of hands, the peck on the cheek, the Cialis couple in matching tubs."