Seventeen days and counting until I begin the trip that will, a few weeks later, land me in Oakland. And I certainly am counting.
I’m in a lull I haven’t felt since last year before I moved to Chicago. I’m totally disconnected from this city, from these people, even from myself. All I do is wait. […]

It’s like–the word is at our fingertips, but we’ll never grasp it. We can forgive ourselves in the middle of a midwest winter, when it’s enough to just survive. But summer is the time of times. Summer is when we live and love. Summer is when anything is possible.
Summer is half over. Time is flying. […]

Strange is the nostalgia I feel tonight. I’ve just arrived at the apartment after hours on the highway and crammed in public transportation.
The air is wet. I don’t hear any sirens, any inebriated yelling, any car horns; the city is resting tonight, but resting like a coiled spring. It feels just like it did four […]