Maybe one day we’ll reach a point when all possible frequencies have been recorded, every combination of words written.
Last night I watched C. paint, and she moved so quick and loose, belonging entirely to the moment as she swirled her ink across a massive canvas.
Sunset: 4:28pm. I encountered an exciting holiday scene this afternoon.
New York City. Sunset at 4:28pm, and a new supermoon is on its way. Over the next two weeks, I’ll look at the city more closely, hoping to etch its jangle and hum into a well-worn memory.
Cloudy skies and temperatures holding steady in the forties. The United States detected its first case of the Omicron variant today.
“When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.”
I was heaving and hauling myself across 85th Street when something clicked.
Sunset: 4:39pm. A waxing gibbous moon. Returning to the nostalgic music of my youth.
Last night the clocks fell back an hour, and it’s my favorite moment of the year because we create more night.
There’s a new supermoon tonight. Embrace speed. Groove on distraction. Let everything get garbled and weird.
Sunset: 5:51pm. Partly cloudy in New York with a high of 60 degrees and lows dipping into the 40s at last. Now begins my favorite season.
A waning crescent moon on Halloween with a high of 64 degrees. I think I’ve had enough input. Enough inspiration.
A sunny Friday in October with a high in the 80s, and it’s startling to see Christ looking so human, so plain.
The first rituals began to make sure the sun would rise each morning, and I often wonder what the last ritual will be.
More and more, I admire the imagery of Catholicism as a vocabulary of mourning.
Sunset: 6:20pm. A first-quarter moon. A high of 72 and another humid night that feels like the wrong season.
Sunset: 6:22pm. The clean winds of autumn have yet to arrive. I’d like to read Herodotus someday.
Everything feels like a metaphor these days.
Sunset: 6:27pm. Partly sunny and high of 75 degrees. It’s much too warm for October. Today I was introduced to the concept of “falling in love with a moment.”
As I write this, a hurricane is approaching the eastern seaboard, which captures the general mood for the past eighteen months: the waiting-and-seeing.
