Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.

December 4, 2020


The image of the Pietà occupies such a distinct place in memory that I often forget it translates to “the pity”.

December 3, 2020


I stopped at the window and gaped like a hermit suddenly confronted by society.

December 2, 2020


How tragic to enter a museum hoping to feel dignified and ennobled, only to walk away feeling like a fool.

December 1, 2020


The first day of the last month of this nightly exercise, and I’m thinking about the value of this exercise.

November 30, 2020


Light snow here in Ohio, and the weather report was mixed with grim coronavirus forecasts.

November 29, 2020


The holidays remind me that I don’t have the type of family that appears in commercials and television specials.

November 28, 2020


Domestic rituals of all kinds will be critical during this long winter.

November 27, 2020


Sometimes I blame modern-day aesthetics for my difficulties. The optics seem wrong for devotion.

November 26, 2020


Tonight I am grateful because I have a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and the freedom to make my own decisions.

November 25, 2020


I miss the dopamine loop, the carrot and the stick, and the rhythm of stepping outside for five minutes after each page or paragraph.

November 24, 2020


I tuned into the voice looping over the P.A. system, struck by how it sounded simultaneously rational and insane.

November 23, 2020


There was a time when people believed the stomach’s gurgles and rumbles belonged to the voices of the dead.