The marksman reflects on the little things.

(from The Paris Review, #148, on loan from Jessican Lowenthal)

A tiny little thing. The wartime sniper just lists a couple things he’s noticed during his time as an unseen bestower of death. He has a favorite spot which would be pretty lovely in peacetime. There are people he could kill but doesn’t. He’s not sure why. An interesting a brief examination.

Stevens wrote this once, a sarcastic lamentation on the death of the short story. Funny stuff.

Del Tha Funky Homosapien, “Mistadobalina (Remix)”