Tried to write a better blurb about myself that explains who I am and what I do. Thought I’d bang it out in a few minutes but trying to describe myself in a coherent and marketable manner is like throwing all of my dreams and regrets into an existential blender. For an hour I stared at “James A. Reeves is.” Maybe this is enough.

Like painting legs on a snake. My in-laws taught me this Chinese idiom, a scold against unnecessary embellishment, for making things too complicated.


Seefeel – Plainsong

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Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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