January 2020



January 8, 2020

Intoxicated

For years I’ve nursed elaborate fantasies of living in a remote cabin or better yet a double-wide in the Mojave desert. But would isolation make me more sensible?

January 7, 2020

Nostalgia

I remember believing the world would make sense when I grew older. But it never did and it probably won’t.

January 6, 2020

Consolation

I wonder what the effect will be in the long run, bearing witness to so much handwritten pain. “First let this be consolation,” she says. “Then let it be courage.”

January 5, 2020

Information

I try to see the world through my father’s eyes, his sense that everything looked like science fiction.

January 4, 2020

Silence

Today I came across the phrase “algo-seance scene” and realized I’m losing track of not only the future but the present.

January 3, 2020

Bookends

I try to imagine what I would have thought if someone had described the decade to come while we watched Obama wave from his motorcade.

January 2, 2020

Ash

“The bottom line is we’re all prisoners of the universe.” This becomes the coda for Jia Zhangke’s Ash is Purest White, where a dangerous romance downshifts into existential longing.

January 1, 2020

Cathedral

Now begins the season of Arvo Pärt and private hymns for a better year.