Scene from My Notebook I’ve been trying to loosen up: fast collages, illegible notes in the middle of the night, and the smudges of a left-hander.
A Staggering Kind of Stillness A lone helicopter crossed the sky. The temperature dropped. Dogs barked. Birds stopped chirping.
Debris There's beauty in repetition, the steady accretion that comes with committing to one thing day after day.
Mysterium As I left New York City, the driver played Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer” several times and never said a word.
On a Shrinking Globe in an Expanding Universe An inauspicious flight number. The sound of the door closing. The metal roar of the engines.
Starting a New Big Thing I have a knack for taking the longest, most taxing route to common knowledge.