Midnight Radio

Dead Trees Bloom Flowers

Bad fortunes are tied to a rack while a Buddhist chant bleeds through my favorite song of the year.

Journal

A Partial Inventory of a Night Market in Taiwan

Fresh meat, blouses, and turnip cakes.

Eighteen Levels of Hell

Those who cut corners shall be eaten by predators and snakes.

Naoshima Notes

I believe the function of art is to create a situation where language falls apart.

Newsletter

Midnight Radio

A short burst of ruminations and a five-song mix delivered 'round midnight on the 1st and 15th of each month.