Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



November 22, 2020

Stretch

We stopped at a rest area where a man stood on the grass, grinning at the moon.

November 21, 2020

Image

I read about a temple where an image is treated as the living incarnation of an infant god.

November 20, 2020

Walk

I often hear people say they feel as if reality is slipping away. But perhaps reality is becoming more evident.

November 19, 2020

Post

I found a rare picture of my mom young and smiling, caught beneath the overheated gloss of a 1970s photo.

November 18, 2020

Forward

I don’t want to become a prematurely old man, pining for a romanticized past.

November 17, 2020

Hijack

Meanwhile, I keep forgetting the screen is a tool, not an environment.

November 16, 2020

Museum

I wanted to visit my favorite statues and paintings before things begin closing again.

November 15, 2020

Astro

Or take the word ‘disaster’, the inversion of ‘astro’, a term which means a negative star, a kink in the heavens that leads to catastrophe.

November 14, 2020

Reality

A profane old man would often tell me, “Fuck your feelings.” Then he’d remind me of the facts. That advice probably saved my life.

November 13, 2020

Lament

We knew it was coming. They’ve been telling us for months, and now it’s here.

November 12, 2020

Profane

How many times have I glimpsed a better, more spiritualized way to live—and retreated?

November 11, 2020

Suffuse

Words that haunt the unconscious: Trilobites, moonfish, and gorgons.