I woke from a dream where I was frantically searching for the unsubscribe and unfollow buttons while a giant mouth kept telling me the news. As I sat down in front of my screen this morning, it occurred to me just how much of my life is spent entering text into imaginary boxes and pressing publish or send. Maybe one day I’ll become one of those middle-aged men with a fervent interest in woodworking.

Took the subway to the bottom of Manhattan to catch up with a friend. Life feels so unsteady right now, yet the city is still plastered with messages reminding me to drink coconut water, subscribe for non-stop entertainment, and check out the latest styles.

I once saw an old woman in a red sundress flying a big yellow kite down a busy street. This image has been stuck in my head lately. Maybe because we need more moments of public joy.

Deadbeat – A Joyful Noise (Part I)

Something Borrowed, Something Blue | ~Scape, 2004 | Bandcamp
Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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