Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



February 3, 2020

Seeing

Walking down street tonight, I find myself paying closer attention to shadow and light, reminding myself that yes, this is plenty.

February 2, 2020

Birthday

I wonder if deep down each of carries a fantasy of one day becoming an ascetic or a mystic, some hardwired notion of stripping our lives bare and praying in the gloom.

February 1, 2020

Desert

No wonder so many religions began in the desert. The raptures and visions of the ancients were the most rational response to so much sky.

January 31, 2020

Flame

Long-simmering anxiety has a new focal point, a new excuse for indulging in much darker fears. Borders are being closed.

January 30, 2020

Static

These are destabilizing days when there always seems to be a screen playing something upsetting in the room.

January 29, 2020

Light

Finding lightness becomes the job. And if it cannot be found, it must be invented.

January 28, 2020

Glitch

The mathematical precision of these birds looked improbable. Maybe it was a sign of some cosmic change, a hidden pattern made visible.

January 27, 2020

Hidden

I closed the book and watched everyone on the subway swiping and scrolling, hunting for something. Or escaping.

January 26, 2020

Rotation

We talked about not staying in New York. We talked about finding a way back to Helsinki and we discussed moving to Taipei.

January 25, 2020

Turbulence

The turbulence began the moment we entered American airspace. It was hard not to read this as an omen.

January 24, 2020

Future

People sweep through the galleries, looking at the paintings only through the screens of their phones. Taking pictures is how we see the present moment.

January 23, 2020

Air

I prefer flying at night, cocooned in a netherworld beyond space and time, no longer aware of hovering above the earth at thirty-thousand feet.