January 2020

January 31, 2020


Long-simmering anxiety has a new focal point, a new excuse for indulging in much darker fears. Borders are being closed.

January 30, 2020


These are destabilizing days when there always seems to be a screen playing something upsetting in the room.

January 29, 2020


Finding lightness becomes the job. And if it cannot be found, it must be invented.

January 28, 2020


The mathematical precision of these birds looked improbable. Maybe it was a sign of some cosmic change, a hidden pattern made visible.

January 27, 2020


I closed the book and watched everyone on the subway swiping and scrolling, hunting for something. Or escaping.

January 26, 2020


We talked about not staying in New York. We talked about finding a way back to Helsinki and we discussed moving to Taipei.

January 25, 2020


The turbulence began the moment we entered American airspace. It was hard not to read this as an omen.

January 24, 2020


People sweep through the galleries, looking at the paintings only through the screens of their phones. Taking pictures is how we see the present moment.

January 23, 2020


I prefer flying at night, cocooned in a netherworld beyond space and time, no longer aware of hovering above the earth at thirty-thousand feet.

January 22, 2020


I remember smoking a cigarette in the subzero wind while watching the lights of freighters on the horizon. I thought we were at the edge of the earth.

January 21, 2020


I was shaken by Helene Schjerfbeck’s self-portraits at the Finnish National Gallery.

January 20, 2020


Whenever I come across Goethe’s maxim that architecture is frozen music, Helsinki is what I see.