Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



January 6, 2020

Consolation

I wonder what the effect will be in the long run, bearing witness to so much handwritten pain. “First let this be consolation,” she says. “Then let it be courage.”

January 5, 2020

Information

I try to see the world through my father’s eyes, his sense that everything looked like science fiction.

January 4, 2020

Silence

Today I came across the phrase “algo-seance scene” and realized I’m losing track of not only the future but the present.

January 3, 2020

Bookends

I try to imagine what I would have thought if someone had described the decade to come while we watched Obama wave from his motorcade.

January 2, 2020

Ash

“The bottom line is we’re all prisoners of the universe.” This becomes the coda for Jia Zhangke’s Ash is Purest White, where a dangerous romance downshifts into existential longing.

January 1, 2020

Cathedral

Now begins the season of Arvo Pärt and private hymns for a better year.

December 29, 2019

2019 Rotation

This year I heard a more spiritual bent in my favorite records, something nervy and apocalyptic that craves refuge.

July 9, 2019

Melancholy and Prophecy

Six days after watching Melancholia, I cannot shake the airless world of this film that lives in the eerie twilight between calamity and silence.

May 20, 2019

Our Broken Sky

Like a modern-day Virgil, David Wallace-Wells guided me through tomorrow’s weaponized geography of fire, mud, drought, floods, toxins, rain bombs, and damage mechanics.

April 14, 2019

Red Neon and Broken Clocks

Bi Gan’s Long Day’s Journey into Night is the best film I’ve seen in years.

December 30, 2018

2018 Rotation

The endless churn of the digital jukebox brings to mind Adorno and Horkheimer’s phrase from 1944: “the freedom to choose what is always the same.”

December 27, 2017

Desks

Snapshots of the places I read and write. Despite my best intentions, my desk is always messy, an uneven terrain of the books, photos, notes, and riff-raff that make a life. These are landscapes that I want to remember. Indianapolis, 2013. My writing desk during a five-week residency in Indianapolis. Books that I brought with […]