Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



June 8, 2020

Mortichnia

Sometimes you come across a phrase that haunts you all day. A few words scraped from last night’s dream, maybe an odd line in the news.

June 7, 2020

Hope

We’re still living through a season that requires the suspension of disbelief, but perhaps it’s possible to believe we’re heading somewhere better.

June 6, 2020

Paranoia

Men with amplifiers delivered gnostic interpretations of the facial expressions of various health officials.

June 5, 2020

Presence

Tonight I came across Tolstoy’s three questions, and they feel especially pressing in these overloaded and disorienting days.

June 4, 2020

Oblivious

My interest in triangulating art, faith, and the day’s events feels increasingly toothless, maybe even oblivious.

June 3, 2020

Alert

The silence was stunning. It had presence and weight that nearly muted the birds and the steady beat of three choppers in the sky.

June 2, 2020

Curfew

I say hello to an old man with a power drill and a bucket of screws. Everything’s coming so fast and ugly this year.

June 1, 2020

Desecration

A news anchor said, “We are descending into something that is not the United States of America tonight.” I’m not sure if this is true.

May 31, 2020

Vacant

The White House went dark tonight in response to the protests across the street and spreading throughout the nation.

May 30, 2020

Dissonance

The presence of the police introduces the prospect of violence like a promise, and that promise came true by nightfall.

May 29, 2020

Pain

A man stood before the crowd of reporters, his eyes filled with pain and conviction.

May 28, 2020

Haze

When I flipped on the news around midnight, my concerns about running, writing, teaching, and everything else felt stupid and indulgent.