Truth
I feel like a hermit, a monk, a mendicant. Or perhaps like one of Pavlov’s dogs, waiting for the bell to ring. Or a prisoner, …
Trees and Eyes
It turns out I only needed to print about 30 pages… and put approximately the same number in the shredding pile. I put the newly …
Lost Heart
The evenings are hard: two so far. I do a little of this and that, and I do a little work, and a little this …
The Rules
I create the Rules of The Room as I go. Here is the list so far: Talk to no one. Email no one. Read no …
Cuts
Three weeks ago, on a Monday afternoon, I cut out Teddy. Alarmingly, it took me only two hours. This morning I decide to cut Oak; …
The Room
At noon I am finally ready. The first day is for practice: I lie on the mat and read, not committing myself to work, or …
Everything is Different
I still take pictures. I search through image after image, thinking about what the photographs of this new life might mean, struggling to find a …
Horizon Line
The ice lies along the horizon, glowing so fiercely silver that it hurts my eyes. It is as if the moon has been stretched into …
Footprints
Everything seems solid now, but the evidence is still here below the rumpled surface: an unknown creature appeared at dusk, made a transit across a …