Category Archives: Placeless
Kobe Bryant was more than a basketball player; that much has never been in doubt.
Each week during the prayers of the people I make a mental inventory: do I know anyone who is ill? Anyone who is grieving? Anyone job-searching, traveling, celebrating?
In other words, though our memories and fantasies are more silhouettes of sensations than sensations themselves, past, present, and future all look more or less the same.
People have been singing to each other since approximately Forever B.C.E., and I think there’s a reason.
It’s a road trip to New York and it’s eating cookie dough until you’re sick. It’s a rejection email from a job you don’t remember applying for and it’s winning free fries for a year.
What is it like to have your life swallowed up in someone else’s epic?
Mana, spell slots, pocket monsters, and midnight showings are all these worlds ever need.
I’ve kept revisiting the fact of Jes’s sickness, worrying it as I would a loose tooth, over and over again, in one essay after another.
I find myself erasing paragraphs from my drafts in which I apologize for writing it at all.