Journal
Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.
Stretch
We stopped at a rest area where a man stood on the grass, grinning at the moon.
Image
I read about a temple where an image is treated as the living incarnation of an infant god.
Walk
I often hear people say they feel as if reality is slipping away. But perhaps reality is becoming more evident.
Post
I found a rare picture of my mom young and smiling, caught beneath the overheated gloss of a 1970s photo.
Forward
I don’t want to become a prematurely old man, pining for a romanticized past.
Hijack
Meanwhile, I keep forgetting the screen is a tool, not an environment.
Museum
I wanted to visit my favorite statues and paintings before things begin closing again.
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.
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.
Lament
We knew it was coming. They’ve been telling us for months, and now it’s here.
Profane
How many times have I glimpsed a better, more spiritualized way to live—and retreated?
Suffuse
Words that haunt the unconscious: Trilobites, moonfish, and gorgons.