James A. Reeves
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Las Vegas

December 27, 2022

Unlike the blank winter grays of the Midwest and East Coast, the clouds over Vegas are well-defined, painterly, and startlingly low.

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Reflex

Ohio. Sunset: 8:36pm. I sneeze whenever I glance at the sun, which I’ve always taken as proof I am a night owl.

Ohio

June 12, 2022

You can never see further than your headlights: this old slice of trucker philosophy makes more sense to me with each passing year.

Ohio

May 9, 2022

My map is upside down, inscrutable, and probably for a different planet.

Ohio

May 4, 2022

There’s a waxing crescent moon, and I’m reading about God.

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Somnambulist

One of those fine afternoons when you wander into a dusty bookstore in an unfamiliar city.

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Gaps and Threads

London. Another day of clouds and drizzle, and somewhere off to the left, I can hear Georges Perec: “Question your teaspoons.”

Ohio

January 21, 2022

Blank skies, single-digit temperatures, and the sun goes down at 5:38pm. Here in the Middle West, I’m filling the quiet with books and music, absorbed by text and sound in ways I haven’t felt in years

Ohio

January 2, 2022

While I wasn’t paying attention, my life became gamified into metrics and streaks.

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Crossroads

Four days left in New York City. Last night I finished Jonathan Franzen’s Crossroads, and even as I turned the final page, I was amazed I was reading it at all.

New York City

November 18, 2021

“When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.”

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Temptation

I’m attempting to read Gustav Flaubert’s The Temptation of Saint Anthony.

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Clay

The Stand brought me back to teenage nights of staying awake into the small hours with a flashlight, promising myself just one more chapter.

New York City

May 23, 2020

Thinking about the blurry line between media consumption and my soul.

New York City

Weird

Maybe we’ll have a vaccine soon. Maybe the president will poison himself. Things can go either way these days.

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