James A. Reeves
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Ohio

February 9, 2022

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

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Extension

Sunset: 6:18pm. A high of 70 degrees and 84% humidity. Spent a late night at the cemetery chapel, tending to the responses to After the End.

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Respiration

Sunset: 6:30pm. Moon: New. My father would have turned 73 today.

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Dots

If I’ve gleaned anything from keeping this glum journal throughout this year, it’s that I keep returning to the language of grief.

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Spectrum

There’s a problem with modern grief, a rupture that cannot be filled with squishy words like mindfulness and acceptance.

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Observance

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

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Machine

An empathy machine sounds like a pretty good leader right now.

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Toll

Sometimes I dream about tollbooth operators, the half-glimpsed faces with cigarettes on their lips, their left hands forever clutching a quarter and a dime in change.

New York City

June 30, 2020

Sometimes I find comfort in a two-thousand-year-old myth about a Chinese emperor.

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.

New York City

Options

People keep talking about a return to “normal,” as if there’s such a thing.

Utö

Cabin

I stared at the empty cabins along the shore, half-wondering if I was still dreaming about my father.

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Guilt and Grace

“I often wonder why people torment themselves as soon as they can.”

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