And Again

A moment of light and suspended time

Sunlight from skylight hits the edge of a pillow before another cloud passes and the pillow returns to the blue gray it knows best and in that moment I feel suspended in my epoch, my age, my century, my decade, my year, my month, my day, my hour, my minute, my second; facing backwards, reading in bed. And the flickering thought is this: the salient stuff must be felt. There is no shortcut. And this same dawning pain will be forgotten and redescribed, again and again, generation by generation, always the same, always new.

- May 07, 2017

Essays

It doesn't happen very often, but some posts actually manage to communicate an entire thought. These are those.

Marettimo

Marettimo

A hike sparks thoughts on graphics and language

2019
Ode to Obsession

Ode to Obsession

On html and the unscratchable itch

2015
Thrum

Thrum

Christmas, wasps, and global supply chains

2013

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