Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



December 4, 2020

Pietà

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

December 3, 2020

Eat

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

December 2, 2020

Language

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

December 1, 2020

Snow

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

November 30, 2020

Bear

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

November 29, 2020

Leave

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

November 28, 2020

Tree

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

November 27, 2020

Access

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

November 26, 2020

Gratitude

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

Ash

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

Shop

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

November 23, 2020

Patterns

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