Journal
Dispatches and speculations from the American roadside.
A Mystic Allure
Sunset: 6:26pm. A waxing crescent moon. The weather is too chipper. I crave gloom, damp leaves on the sidewalk, and a chilly breeze.
Absorption
Sunset: 6:27pm. Partly sunny and high of 75 degrees. It’s much too warm for October. Today I was introduced to the concept of “falling in love with a moment.”
Local Artists on the Local News
Sunset: 6:29pm. Moon: New. Today C. and I were on television.
Respiration
Sunset: 6:30pm. Moon: New. My father would have turned 73 today.
Hardcode
Sunset: 6:32pm. Moon: Waning crescent. A damp Monday with dull grey air and internet outages.
Talking Over a Car Alarm
Sunset: 6:34pm. Moon: Waning crescent. It’s too warm for October, yet C. and I are dreaming about the desert again.
Shamble and Stride
Sunset: 6:35pm. Moon: Waning crescent. This morning I went for an ugly jog and accidentally got absorbed into a marathon-in-progress.
A Sinful Sun
Sunset: 6:37pm. Moon: waning crescent. A light breeze while the American government continues to decay.
A Tired Age
As I write this, a hurricane is approaching the eastern seaboard, which captures the general mood for the past eighteen months: the waiting-and-seeing.
Monster
Along the way, I began to think of my book as a monster.
Fireworks
Fireworks showered the nation last night, in part to commemorate the end of masking and distancing.
Oryx and Crake
I reread Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake, which harmonized with our latest heatwave to an unsettling degree.