lost roll.

The happiest accident in the world is misplacing a roll of film and finding it two and a half years later. A first trip to London. A first trip to Joshua Tree. A first trip to Ojai. A world in black and white and light leaks. A roll devoid of another human, so it looks a little bit […]

ermines.

I wake up from a strange dream. There’s a mattress covered in blood, and I check my own bed to make sure I wasn’t murdered in my sleep. In the dream, an old woman was stabbed. For three nights she had hallucinations, black ermines wrapped around her throat, clawing her skin. I was the only […]

the quiraing.

The other week I wrote about impossible places and listed the Quiraing among them. That night I had a dream I flew back to Scotland. I landed in the grey and green streets of Edinburgh. I met a friend for tea. I’ve been back in the states just over two months. My time has been filled […]

thirty-two weeks gone.

This is the last time I’ll write one of these. In five days I leave Scotland for the next big thing, the next weird adventure. I’m not quite ready to announce what that is, but in some ways it’s safer than coming here and in other ways it’s a whole new set of risks and […]

twenty-five weeks gone.

My brain’s been filled up with the Steubenville case, with a brief reprieve to allow for the sentencing of the Ohio school shooter from last year. We know his name, his face, and the words he spoke to the families of the victims. I won’t repeat any of those things here. Those things—unnecessary public knowledge […]