Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



October 16, 2020

Noise

I miss being around sounds I can’t control.

October 15, 2020

Watching

Maybe the question shouldn’t be “Are you still watching?” but “Why?”

October 14, 2020

Simulation

He stood in front of an airplane flapping his hands and crowing before a sea of red hats. All those red hats like angry sores.

October 13, 2020

Slate

A place where only the occasional shredded tire or dilapidated cabin would interrupt my fantasy that I’m driving on another planet.

October 12, 2020

Pictures

While running through the rainy dark, someone stepped in front of me and took my picture for no apparent reason.

October 11, 2020

Drome

More and more, it feels like trying to critique the sky.

October 10, 2020

Spare

When you cut something down to the bone, every decision becomes much more dramatic.

October 9, 2020

Silentium

And I realized this was because of that rarest quality of all these days: silence.

October 8, 2020

Landfall

Lately I’ve been having a dream about a weatherman grinning in front of a map while talking about a hurricane of bullets.

October 7, 2020

Creature

The fly felt like a portentous symbol in a year that has reached the caliber of myth.

October 6, 2020

Kite

I once saw an old woman in a red sundress flying a big yellow kite down a busy street.

October 5, 2020

Dust

As if I’m doing something wrong just by living in such an embarrassing time.