December 9, 2020

Stare

His gaze leaves me questioning my life choices and entire personality.

December 8, 2020

Alright

I passed a church sign that said, “Jesus paid the price, you keep the change.”

December 7, 2020

Absence

I catch myself patting down my pockets while feeling phantom vibrations, seeking synthetic communion.

December 6, 2020

Release

I’m learning to carry my dead with me, to ask them questions while pacing the kitchen or driving to the supermarket.

December 5, 2020

Metal

If aliens landed, I’d probably mistake them for a guerrilla marketing campaign.

December 4, 2020

Pietà

The image of the Pietà occupies such a distinct place in memory that I often forget it translates to “the pity”.

December 3, 2020

Eat

I stopped at the window and gaped like a hermit suddenly confronted by society.

December 2, 2020

Language

How tragic to enter a museum hoping to feel dignified and ennobled, only to walk away feeling like a fool.

December 1, 2020

Snow

The first day of the last month of this nightly exercise, and I’m thinking about the value of this exercise.