February 2020

February 29, 2020


“The beginnings of Dada were not art but disgust,” said Tristan Tzara in 1918. Each day the rationale for Dada’s rejection of logic makes a little more sense. But cynicism is a cheap dodge, isn’t it?

February 28, 2020


A woman was visibly upset in aisle six because they’re out of antibacterial hand-wipes. “But when will there be more?” I’m still thinking about the look in her eyes.

February 27, 2020


A consultant from Brussels asked everyone to draw the shape of their lives on a Post-It note. I made a scribble and people began approaching me as if I’d scrawled a cry for help.

February 26, 2020


Ash Wednesday and people walk the streets with smudged crosses on their foreheads. A beautiful ritual, ancient and haunted.

February 25, 2020


Instructional videos at the train station teach me how to behave in 2020. If there’s gunfire, take cover. Silence your cellphone.

February 24, 2020


Meanwhile the television says things like “jawbone damage may occur” and “America’s most trusted home surveillance system.”

February 23, 2020


She scrolls through websites that sell protective face masks while I half-watch a conspiratorial documentary about our hyper-mediated world.

February 22, 2020


The machine says tens of millions of people will flood into Las Vegas as well as Atlanta, Dallas, Denver, and Houston.

February 21, 2020


Billboards along Interstate 90 tell me that God owes us nothing, love is an action verb, and the key to forgiveness was hung on the cross.

February 20, 2020


A man studies yesterday’s horoscopes on the train. He carefully highlights a line that says today is the day to take action.

February 19, 2020


Debate night in America. We tune in because we need to know: Who can withstand the punishment of live television?

February 18, 2020


I remember sitting in a cathedral on a snowy February morning and watching an elderly couple hold hands.