Technology
Winter Robots
Ohio. Clear skies with highs in the mid-thirties, sunset at 5:34pm, and it finally snowed the other night.
Rewind
Ohio. Another frigid and atmospherically pointless day without any snow. My brand new cassette tape arrived.
17 Minutes Remaining
Ohio. The grey skies of January continue, the moon is in its first quarter, and I bought a tiny telephone.
Post-Internet
Writing about online living feels tacky for some reason, even though it might be the only thing we have left in common.
Broken Scales
Ohio. Sunset: 5:19pm. While I wasn’t paying attention, my life became gamified into metrics and streaks.
Holiday Drift
Ohio. Sunset: 5:14pm. These blurry days between Christmas and New Year’s Eve stand outside of time.
Hardcode
Sunset: 6:32pm. Moon: Waning crescent. A damp Monday with dull grey air and internet outages.
A Tired Age
As I write this, a hurricane is approaching the eastern seaboard, which captures the general mood for the past eighteen months: the waiting-and-seeing.
Channel
To erase the “I” and stand outside of time, writing like a ghost.
Max
“You’re looking at the future: people translated as data.” This line from Max Headroom certainly holds up thirty-five years later.
Echo
Tonight I’m craving the kerchunk of a rewind button and the ritual of scotch-taping the edge of a cassette
Spear
And what is my intuition telling me? My first thought is to turn down the volume on the world so I can hear.