May 31, 2020

Vacant

The White House went dark tonight in response to the protests across the street and spreading throughout the nation.

May 30, 2020

Dissonance

The presence of the police introduces the prospect of violence like a promise, and that promise came true by nightfall.

May 29, 2020

Pain

A man stood before the crowd of reporters, his eyes filled with pain and conviction.

May 28, 2020

Haze

When I flipped on the news around midnight, my concerns about running, writing, teaching, and everything else felt stupid and indulgent.

May 27, 2020

Accretion

The amount of incense smoke that darkens a temple’s ceiling demonstrates the popularity of that particular god.

Sacrilege

77 minutes of pitched-down techno classics melded with reverberated vocals from Bobby Vinton, the Paris Sisters, and the Moody Blues.

Mixtape | 77 minutes
May 26, 2020

Market

I’m fantasizing about a sprawling network of night markets and bazaars that reclaim the streets and devour the cars.

May 25, 2020

Memorial

After sixteen hours of talk radio, interstate winds, and screaming into metal boxes for food, my grip on the world grew slippery.

May 24, 2020

Bell

Riffling through my small box of family memories, I came across a note written in an unfamiliar hand.

May 23, 2020

Recursion

Thinking about the blurry line between media consumption and my soul.

May 22, 2020

Time

Time is a concept. Time is a flat circle. Clocks only measure other clocks.

May 21, 2020

Babble

Each morning I wake to the imaginary babble of fully-formed news reports and television clips while skating across sleep.