Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



September 22, 2020

Equinox

We’re standing on the verge of an uneasy fall, unsure of just how high the curve will go.

September 21, 2020

Plaza

A modern marvel where you can eat fast food on top of eight lanes of freeway traffic.

September 20, 2020

Closer

Last bonfire before we return to the city.

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.