Journal
Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.
Paranoia
Men with amplifiers delivered gnostic interpretations of the facial expressions of various health officials.
Presence
Tonight I came across Tolstoy’s three questions, and they feel especially pressing in these overloaded and disorienting days.
Oblivious
My interest in triangulating art, faith, and the day’s events feels increasingly toothless, maybe even oblivious.
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.
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.
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.
Vacant
The White House went dark tonight in response to the protests across the street and spreading throughout the nation.
Dissonance
The presence of the police introduces the prospect of violence like a promise, and that promise came true by nightfall.
Pain
A man stood before the crowd of reporters, his eyes filled with pain and conviction.
Haze
When I flipped on the news around midnight, my concerns about running, writing, teaching, and everything else felt stupid and indulgent.
Accretion
The amount of incense smoke that darkens a temple’s ceiling demonstrates the popularity of that particular god.
Market
I’m fantasizing about a sprawling network of night markets and bazaars that reclaim the streets and devour the cars.