Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



May 9, 2022

Maps

Ohio. Sunset: 8:35pm. My map is upside down, inscrutable, and probably for a different planet.

May 6, 2022

Not That You Mind the Killing

The Night of the Hunter opens with the disembodied heads of five children floating in the cosmos and gets weirder from there. 

May 4, 2022

Hand of God

Ohio. Sunset: 8:30pm. There’s a waxing crescent moon, and I’m reading about God.

April 27, 2022

Rot

I think I’ve managed to switch on the comments in case anyone wants to say hello or recommend a movie or a song.

April 20, 2022

Greenland

I’m somewhere over Greenland, and the sun will never go down because we’re flying west.

April 17, 2022

London

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.

April 14, 2022

Brighton

Why is elegant decay more appealing than the gleaming new thing? Perhaps because it inspires sympathy, even a sense of recognition.

April 13, 2022

York

The British definition of “pudding” is broad and roomy, accommodating all kinds of beliefs.

April 11, 2022

Bath

As we pulled out of Paddington Station, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the announcements on the Great Western Railway.

April 8, 2022

Somnambulist

One of those fine afternoons when you wander into a dusty bookstore in an unfamiliar city.

April 4, 2022

Violent Light

London. After six weeks here, I still find myself stopping in the street, stunned by how low the clouds hang on this island.

April 3, 2022

Black Walls

We spent a week shivering in a damp atrium with rain dripping down the sides. We called it the Tarkovsky Box.