Journal

Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.



January 16, 2022

Cusp of Things

Ohio. A grey Sunday with the possibility of snow. They’re calling it a “Saskatchewan screamer,” this weather system moving across the Tennessee Valley.

January 14, 2022

Tomorrow’s Gods

Ohio. Cloudy skies, no snow, and a high of 43 degrees. There’s an old Roman maxim that fear gave birth to the gods.

January 12, 2022

A Low Rumble

Ohio. There’s a waxing gibbous moon and omicron everywhere. Ronnie Spector died today.

January 11, 2022

Rewind

Ohio. Another frigid and atmospherically pointless day without any snow. My brand new cassette tape arrived.

January 10, 2022

Word Count

Ohio. Wind chills in the single digits and still no snow. If I’m not paying attention, I can push commas around for hours.

January 9, 2022

17 Minutes Remaining

Ohio. The grey skies of January continue, the moon is in its first quarter, and I bought a tiny telephone.

January 8, 2022

Dream Language

Ohio. Temperatures in the thirties and everything is coated grey. I woke up wondering if I would live my life any differently if I measured my age in days or hours instead of years.

January 7, 2022

Collision

Ohio. Sunset at 5:23pm with temperatures deep below freezing. At a meeting in a church basement, I encountered a fine collision of the sacred and profane.

January 6, 2022

Timelines

Ohio. Temps in the teens and a light coating of snow. Time gets funny when you start losing people.

January 5, 2022

Ship

Ohio. Forty degrees with gusty winds. The sun goes down at 5:21pm tonight. In the far corner of the library, an elderly man sighs over a big dusty book of trees.

January 4, 2022

Goodness

Ohio. Tonight the sun sets at 5:20pm, and I’m still thinking about my soul.

January 3, 2022

Post-Internet

Writing about online living feels tacky for some reason, even though it might be the only thing we have left in common.