Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



July 7, 2020

Nature

We contemplated where waterfalls came from and wondered how saltwater becomes freshwater and vice versa.

July 6, 2020

Vivid

A world without the color green. A man who repainted all the seashells on the beach.

July 5, 2020

Forgetting

It was remarkable, this sudden act of forgetting as if we’d left the past four months behind.

July 4, 2020

Independence

A degraded and muffled Fourth of July. The prospect of celebrating America these days feels like a dark joke.

July 3, 2020

Toll

Sometimes I dream about tollbooth operators, the half-glimpsed faces with cigarettes on their lips, their left hands forever clutching a quarter and a dime in change.

July 2, 2020

Spasm

Tonight I sat in front of a fan while premature firecrackers echoed through the streets. I wondered how to live in a nation that’s circling the drain.

July 1, 2020

Abandon

Maybe I should go live in a tree. Learn the phases of the moon and teach myself to cook with the sun.

June 30, 2020

Shadow

Sometimes I find comfort in a two-thousand-year-old myth about a Chinese emperor.

June 29, 2020

Belief

Last night I woke in the middle of the night and wondered if it’s possible to believe in something otherworldly in 2020.

June 28, 2020

Humid

We had a pleasant June for a while, but the long mean heat of summer is finally here. Beyond this, I’m losing the plot.

June 27, 2020

Rhythm

And there’s the sound of someone in the street laughing and saying, “How did we get like this?”

June 26, 2020

Invasion

Aliens could land in America and we would politicize them until they became just another round of ammo in our endless red versus blue battle.