Four Pages, Seven Years
February eighteenth. The sketchbook has four drawings in it now. That sentence still catches me a little when I read it back. I photographed it Tuesday evening right after I finis…
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The Night I Almost Texted a Fake Excuse
February seventh. There was a point, standing in the locker room at the end of my shift last Wednesday, where I had a fake excuse fully drafted in my head. Something about being t…
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The Fourth Drawing Is the Whole Thing
January twenty-seventh. I finished it Tuesday evening and then I just sat there. The sketchbook open on the table, the drawing done, and nothing particular to do next. I wasn't re…
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The Date, The Cost, The Tab I Already Had Open
January sixteenth. I want to tell you something about the way I do things, which is that I almost never do them out loud. The outdoor skills session, the winter version, shorter,…
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The Almost-Drawing
November twenty-second. I picked up the sketchbook. That's the whole sentence. I picked it up, I carried it to the kitchen table, I opened it to the page after the third drawing,…
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Forty Minutes of Pigeon Diplomacy
November eleventh. There was a pigeon on the fire escape this morning and I did not move for forty minutes. I noticed it when I got up to refill my coffee, just there, on the ledg…
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The Floor Was Right There
October thirty-first. I got home at eight-fifteen, set my bag down next to the door, walked into the kitchen, and lay down on the floor. Not on the couch. The floor. There was no…
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The Candle Knew What It Was
October twentieth. The community center runs one-off workshops in the fall, I saw the flyer taped to the board by the yoga studio door, half-covered by a notice about parking, and…
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The Honey Vendor Has No Concept of Time (Neither Do We)
October ninth. The market runs Saturdays until the end of the month, and I have walked past the sign for it approximately six consecutive weeks without going. This was the week Si…
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The Salt Road and Other Detours
September twenty-eighth. It started with a library book. I had checked it out three weeks ago with good intentions, a general history of medieval trade, the kind of thing I pick u…
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