September 6, 2020

Kindling

There’s that principle that we burn up all available time to complete a task—and this gets scary when measured in years.

August 29, 2020

Channel

To erase the “I” and stand outside of time, writing like a ghost.

August 16, 2020

Grind

The body remembers slowly and forgets very quickly.

August 5, 2020

Decay

Lately my dreams have been all garble and grime without symbolism or plot.

July 23, 2020

Way

It doesn’t matter if the nail is in the exact right place, so long as it’s holding together two pieces of wood.

July 14, 2020

Remembrance

There’s a strange dynamic to this nightly journal, this sensation of writing against time. Or more precisely: writing for myself in the future.

July 11, 2020

Fiction

Lately I’ve been torn between the possibilities of fiction versus my compulsion to record each day’s events in this nightly journal.

June 23, 2020

Routine

For years I would reach for my telephone the moment I woke up, groping for it with a junkie sense of need.

June 17, 2020

Tactile

And I’m reminded that I think better without the screen tugging at my thoughts like a magnet.

June 14, 2020

Need

Sometimes my mind lands on a jittery thought: screens have become our reality and the physical world simply exists to serve their needs.

June 9, 2020

Otherwhere

This morning I was pacing our flat, searching for something I could not find. She told me it was probably “otherwhere.”

June 5, 2020

Presence

Tonight I came across Tolstoy’s three questions, and they feel especially pressing in these overloaded and disorienting days.

June 4, 2020

Oblivious

My interest in triangulating art, faith, and the day’s events feels increasingly toothless, maybe even oblivious.

May 21, 2020

Babble

Each morning I wake to the imaginary babble of fully-formed news reports and television clips while skating across sleep.

April 30, 2020

Outline

I’m beginning to understand why so many novels and television shows are set in the past.