February 2022
Teeth
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.
Gaps and Threads
London. Another day of clouds and drizzle, and somewhere off to the left, I can hear Georges Perec: “Question your teaspoons.”
Midnight in London
Few things feel as eternal as a lone bus stop in the middle of the night.
Train Dreams
London. Record-breaking wind swept across England yesterday, closing bridges, train lines, and attractions.
Dark Trees
London. A storm named Eunice is churning over the Celtic Sea, and the news is advertising it heavily.
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.
Night Flight to London
I spent six hours looking down at the Atlantic, hunting for the distant lights of boats.
Slush and Stone
Ohio. The snow is melting quickly, leaving behind a scene like the bleary-eyed aftermath of a really good party.
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.
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.