December 2020

December 9, 2020


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

December 8, 2020


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

December 7, 2020


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

December 6, 2020


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


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

December 4, 2020


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

December 3, 2020


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

December 2, 2020


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

December 1, 2020


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