The Story Behind the Story: “For the Dachshund Enthusiast”

This story is basically my love song to New York. I am a native New Yorker living in Seattle and I pine for the city every day. Windows are a huge part of the NYC landscape. Sometimes they are just winking lights in a skyline, but they are also screens and eyes.

In Manhattan, there are so many emotions evoked when simply looking out (or into) a window – there’s just so much there. When I looked outside my seventh floor Upper West Side apartment window, I saw hundreds of other dioramas and lives to view. Be it holiday decorations, watching the goings on of other families and people, or an empty room. It seems few people bother with closing curtains in New York. As a counter to that, there’s also a lot of loneliness when you’re on the outside.

I wanted to capture that uniquely New York setting and wanted to bring to life the energy, loneliness, and beauty of the city. Also, I just love dachshunds.

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About Jennifer Fliss

Jennifer Fliss is a Seattle-based fiction and essay writer. Her work has appeared in or is forthcoming in PANK, The Rumpus, Bartleby Snopes, Necessary Fiction, Monkeybicycle, and elsewhere. She can be found on Twitter at @JFlissCreative or via her website, www.jenniferflisscreative.com



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