Today I learned that Cheez-Its were invented in Ohio. There’s magic here. There’s also magic in a fresh notebook.
You can never see further than your headlights: this old slice of trucker philosophy makes more sense to me with each passing year.
I think I’ve managed to switch on the comments in case anyone wants to say hello or recommend a movie or a song.
We spent a week shivering in a damp atrium with rain dripping down the sides. We called it the Tarkovsky Box.
White skies, flurries, and temperatures around zero. The days around my birthday often find me rethinking the rhythm of my life and nursing morning fantasies.
Wind chills in the single digits and still no snow. If I’m not paying attention, I can push commas around for hours.
These blurry days between Christmas and New Year’s Eve stand outside of time.
A pair of snapshots from installing a new project at Green-Wood Cemetery.
Along the way, I began to think of my book as a monster.
