I want to go crazy in the desert with you. I want to stumble ahead, our water cans are empty. I feel the grit of the sand in my teeth. I want us to continue, long after we should have died, until we find an alien landscape, a place of red lakes and stone arches, [...]
Posts Tagged ‘adventure’
I have found the notes you hide. The first—not of your notes but of the ones I found—was stuffed in the window of a city bus. I saw it was a page from a larger work, numbered 27 and beginning in the middle of a conversation. I liked that message. Don’t we all meet in [...]
You must have a few projects half started, a few vows made with friends on windy hilltops at two in the morning, a few adventure brochures stashed under your pillow. Maybe this is the summer you follow them through. What do your dangling projects mean to you?
I don’t have a plan in the world. I have the wide open sky and a bag of dried mangoes. My last girlfriend called them slices of sunshine. I have kept the phrases my friends and I made up. A teenager is “a case of ginger ale”, empty praise from the human resources director is [...]
The first series are pictures of me looking for this camera—on the table where I had left it for just a moment, on the other chairs, underneath, and apparently into the sky, as if it could have leapt onto the awning of the café or been stolen by a pigeon. These photos were taken from [...]
In the place I want to find, the fall never ends. A paper airplane, once it reaches the top of its arc, descends forever. A drink, once spilled, spills toward the ground forever. The leaves, when they drop, float slower and slower until they seem still. Every time there is a kiss, a green leaf [...]
I want to meet you without ever planning to meet, sit beside you on the subway the very moment you decide, the toymaker convention being in town, you must grab a stranger and crash it. This is a wrong stop for both of us, a place we’ve never been. It is no place to remain [...]
It wakes me up again, a question that will not answer itself. You open my hand on the street in front of a bar that is covered in graffiti. You mark a black X on my palm and tell me that tomorrow it will mean something; that this is inevitable, and that it is also [...]


