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Las Vegas

And entropy makes itself known to me.

I told myself it was a trick of the light rather than the result of the grey in my beard.

Mojave Desert

Yet the interesting scenery on the horizon never seems to draw closer.

My little tics and anxieties seem to be moving from the vexing to the comic. Perhaps this is one happy side effect of getting older.

London

March 5, 2022

The usual clouds, the usual forty-something degrees, and there’s a photograph of my mom on the massive screen behind us.

Ohio

February 9, 2022

The snow is melting quickly, leaving behind a scene like the bleary-eyed aftermath of a really good party.

Ohio

January 6, 2022

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

Ohio

April 22, 2021

A late April snowstorm blew through Ohio last night, quick and heavy.

Journal

Some Terrible Paintings

Looking at these paintings, it’s hard to believe I’ve been sober for eight years.

Journal

Observance

Tonight I sat outside in the unfamiliar terrain of southeastern Ohio, lit a candle, and watched the stars.

Journal

Pegasus

First memories are such peculiar creatures, these fuzzy impressions and garbled snapshots that teach us how to see the world.

Journal

Tornado

Maybe it was the barometer dropping, the rearrangement of air pressure.

New York City

Bell

Riffling through my small box of family memories, I came across a note written in an unfamiliar hand.

New York City

Dark

I remember watching the darkness in my bedroom when I was small, hypnotized by grey-pink flecks while I waited for sleep.

New York City

May 10, 2020

I find solace in these instructions from Epictetus: do not say something is lost, only that it is returned.

Michigan

Coherence

My grandmother was tradition personified, a west side Polish Catholic who served Saturday night dinners of kielbasa and fried smelt.

New York City

The Electrifying Mojo had the most reassuring voice I ever heard.

Every night the Electrifying Mojo would sign off with the same message, and I want us to hear it in our heads tonight.

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