February 2022

February 23, 2022


London. A sunny Wednesday morning with highs in the 50s, the sun goes down at 5:30pm, and I’m recovering from an exhibition of Francis Bacon’s animal paintings.

February 22, 2022

Gaps and Threads

London. Another day of clouds and drizzle, and somewhere off to the left, I can hear Georges Perec: “Question your teaspoons.”

February 21, 2022

Midnight in London

Few things feel as eternal as a lone bus stop in the middle of the night.

February 19, 2022

Train Dreams

London. Record-breaking wind swept across England yesterday, closing bridges, train lines, and attractions.

February 17, 2022

Dark Trees

London. A storm named Eunice is churning over the Celtic Sea, and the news is advertising it heavily.

February 15, 2022

The Ides of February

London. The gloom and rain continue with a high of 59 degrees. Or 15°C, which looks far less satisfying. I keep colliding with people in the streets and shops.

February 13, 2022

Night Flight to London

I spent six hours looking down at the Atlantic, hunting for the distant lights of boats.

February 9, 2022

Slush and Stone

Ohio. The snow is melting quickly, leaving behind a scene like the bleary-eyed aftermath of a really good party.

February 6, 2022

Morning Man

Utah. White skies, flurries, and temperatures around zero. The days around my birthday often find me rethinking the rhythm of my life and nursing morning fantasies.

February 1, 2022

Night Flight to Utah

Night flight to Salt Lake City. I find so much peace in the electrified grids of cities. Nine years sober today.