Tag Archives: existentialism

It is the right light to be critical

Posted on August 7, 2018 by

On Tuesday the moon was still up when I walked to the lake in the morning. I was in the slot, now. Like being at the airport on one of those skywalks when you know you’re about to go time … Continue reading →

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Einmal ist keinmal, one more time

Posted on June 17, 2018 by

At the end of the summer, on the last days before school started, I’d go into the classroom with my dad at the school where he taught. There was a periodic table of the elements on one wall, chalkboards and … Continue reading →

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‘Einmal ist keinmal,’ 2018

Posted on February 7, 2018 by

There were times I’d walk out into our garage and just stare. Stare at the progress I’d made to restore order which was rare, and worth staring at. The state of the garage is like an ocean beach, the calm … Continue reading →

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“Stay”

Posted on November 26, 2017 by

Probably the last trip up Cougar Mountain for the year. Rained from start to finish, mud in the car now, the smell of wet dog. The trail a mash-up of leaves all brown and yellow, the maples are the last … Continue reading →

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The Fall of 2015 | The Chauffeur’s Flat

Posted on November 12, 2017 by

We fell asleep with the laptop on watching Bob Ross the painter dragging colors down to form a reflection, shapes along the shorelines in reverse. And I went back to poking a coal of memory, a no-name place in the … Continue reading →

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‘Do androids dream of electric sheep?’

Posted on October 21, 2017 by

In the den at night with the flue to the gas fire open it’s so drafty it feels like we’re outside, and Dawn and I wrap ourselves in blankets, play vinyl, and it’s a pain to get up and have … Continue reading →

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The Firth of Forth

Posted on October 17, 2017 by

In the morning it was darker than we remembered it—Lily called out to Alexa three times to change the alarm, and I went downstairs to start the coffee, to check my phone. My vision was bad from the bug that … Continue reading →

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