Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



September 19, 2020

Spectrum

There’s a problem with modern grief, a rupture that cannot be filled with squishy words like mindfulness and acceptance.

September 18, 2020

Process

Looking at the state of the world today, perhaps we need more architectural details designed to scare away demons.

September 17, 2020

Behalf

Five thousand years ago we began outsourcing prayer and devotion to statues that would worship on our behalf.

September 16, 2020

Encounter

The deer didn’t seem alarmed by my presence. It just watched me while munching some foliage.

September 15, 2020

Simple

Like painting legs on a snake. My in-laws taught me this Chinese idiom, a scold against unnecessary embellishment.

September 14, 2020

Falling

Sometimes I fall asleep thinking about the ancient atomists.

September 13, 2020

Water

This has been a year of references to plague novels and the dystopian skies of science fiction.

September 12, 2020

Superstore

My breath catches in the existential and super-saturated detergent aisle: All. Era. Gain. Cheer. Bold.

September 11, 2020

Nineteen

Nineteen years ago but it still feels like it was just the other day.

September 10, 2020

Deer

I’m not sure if I believe in symbols or signs, but today gave me plenty to decipher.

September 9, 2020

Smoke

I’d always thought the future was just around the corner, but it’s already here.

September 8, 2020

Pearl

They walked around caked in mud with lice in their hair, which they called the “pearls of god.”