Ohio. Sunset: 8:54pm. The moon is brand new, my computer gave me an eye exam, and Johnny Cash is growling “I See a Darkness” across 140 beats per minute.
My ur-text for a sleazy future of trashcan fires, black markets, station hijacking, and vicious game show hosts.
I wonder if the health of a society can be pegged to the nerves of its motorists.
Can anyone recommend a solid alternative to Apple Music that will sync my mp3s with my desktop and telephone?
My map is upside down, inscrutable, and probably for a different planet.
A soundtrack to accompany the installation of Candy Chang’s Before I Die project at Wonderspaces.
The Night of the Hunter opens with the disembodied heads of five children floating in the cosmos and gets weirder from there.
There’s a waxing crescent moon, and I’m reading about God.
I think I’ve managed to switch on the comments in case anyone wants to say hello or recommend a movie or a song.
I’m somewhere over Greenland, and the sun will never go down because we’re flying west.
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Mostly cloudy skies with a high near seventy degrees while C. and I sat in the National Gallery, awaiting the results of our mandatory Covid tests so we could fly home.
Why is elegant decay more appealing than the gleaming new thing? Perhaps because it inspires sympathy, even a sense of recognition.
The British definition of “pudding” is broad and roomy, accommodating all kinds of beliefs.
As we pulled out of Paddington Station, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the announcements on the Great Western Railway.
