Category: Narrative
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No more events today.
Saturday was open. Up early and made coffee in the underground lair while listening to the Bosstones. Headed out for a walk with Titus. Talked about nihilism and child prodigies. Sartre and the Stoics. The weekly menu and cooking rotation as an element everyday existence. Russian prisoner camps and optimism. Canadian Literature and its identity…
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Younger Us, Deux.
My fingers are still all kinda cold-and-numby at the tips on the keys as I type and the Shad bumps in the speakers. Here’s me rolling dark, deserted country roads in full effect with the dyno-hub light on the Troll. Dog above, what an amazing thing. I rolled in the -9ºC, crisp darkness with stars…
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History Lies
I’ve been asked at several points in my life by acquaintances and friends why I don’t write about past events, periods of life, etc. Was just reading this bit in The Paris Review by Karl Ove Knausgaard from his new book The Land of the Cyclops and it made sense to me. As such, history…
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Scenes from the Best Seat In the House
Posted in: NarrativeOn my daily walk there’s some sort of old tractor or car seat along the path on a neighbor’s land. I call it the ‘Best Seat In the House’. Most days I sit for a spell.
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NYE 2020
Posted in: NarrativeAn old friend of mine – I’ve forgotten which one – used to say he never liked New Year’s. He called it ‘forced fun’, like a ‘fake holiday’. People felt compelled to do something. I’ve tended to agree with the sentiment for the most part. The obvious idea being that the calendar – at least…
