Journal
Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.
A Mystic Allure
Sunset: 6:26pm. A waxing crescent moon. The weather is too chipper. I crave gloom, damp leaves on the sidewalk, and a chilly breeze.
Absorption
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.”
Local Artists on the Local News
Sunset: 6:29pm. Moon: New. Today C. and I were on television.
Respiration
Sunset: 6:30pm. Moon: New. My father would have turned 73 today.
Hardcode
Sunset: 6:32pm. Moon: Waning crescent. A damp Monday with dull grey air and internet outages.
Talking Over a Car Alarm
Sunset: 6:34pm. Moon: Waning crescent. It’s too warm for October, yet C. and I are dreaming about the desert again.
Shamble and Stride
Sunset: 6:35pm. Moon: Waning crescent. This morning I went for an ugly jog and accidentally got absorbed into a marathon-in-progress.
A Sinful Sun
Sunset: 6:37pm. Moon: waning crescent. A light breeze while the American government continues to decay.
A Tired Age
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.
Monster
Along the way, I began to think of my book as a monster.
Fireworks
Fireworks showered the nation last night, in part to commemorate the end of masking and distancing.
Eastbound
I’m still recovering from the shock of so many people in the streets talking about money and brunch.