Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



June 20, 2020

Solstice

People are edgy, their dreams infected with anxiety if they can sleep at all.

June 19, 2020

Midnight

I scrolled through streets named after Hank Williams and Big Mama Thornton while the radio worried about leftists and alien abductions.

June 18, 2020

Convulsion

More than ever, surrealism might be the best strategy for surviving these days.

June 17, 2020

Tactile

And I’m reminded that I think better without the screen tugging at my thoughts like a magnet.

June 16, 2020

Reconciliation

I want to square my life with these instructions from Thich Nhat Hanh: “Vow to work for reconciliation by the most silent and unpretentious mean possible.”

June 15, 2020

Wolf

They call it the hour of the wolf, and I think it’s reassuring there’s a name for this time, that others feel it too.

June 14, 2020

Need

Sometimes my mind lands on a jittery thought: screens have become our reality and the physical world simply exists to serve their needs.

June 13, 2020

Texture

This morning I came across a stray photograph from my mother’s things, and something about it looks like a scene from a dream.

June 12, 2020

Liability

It’s a strange kind of whiplash, living in a society that’s somehow becoming more sensitive and cruel at the same time.

June 11, 2020

Saints

Tonight I’m going to play Funkadelic on repeat, dim the lights, make bad coffee, and write some purple prose.

June 10, 2020

Trampoline

And I’m trying to conjure the faith of those fiery manifestos when they believed a particular font, grid system, or color scheme might solve everything.

June 9, 2020

Otherwhere

This morning I was pacing our flat, searching for something I could not find. She told me it was probably “otherwhere.”