My Sixth Sense Was Knowing Exactly What Haley Joel Osment Would Look Like in Twenty-five Years
He didn’t overuse his eyebrows or glance off-camera at a minder, his performance felt precarious in just the right way. I bet school friend Amir that he’d continue to act; I could see him as a cosy flannel-shirt kinda guy when he got older. Decades later I find Amir online to tell him I was right. He has no idea who Haley Joel Osment is, or indeed who I am, and for a moment I wonder if Amir was a ghost all along. I realise something I’d always known deep down: our teenage friendship just meant way more to me. It’s a shitty twist realizing you’re the ghost
Low Self Esteem at Sotheby’s
I auction myself to the lowest bidder, to someone who didn’t bid at all; an admin department in the back so used to gavel and fast talk they notice nothing–until there I am, shuffling past the photocopier, arms outstretched: take me.