Why not just write it how I think? It doesn’t necessarily mean something full of typos that makes no sense, just free from the restrictive formatting into which I try to force my thought process. Of the many things I learned in my university studies — graphic design, photography, and…

My mood had been dark lately with the global pandemic, the bullshit of Portland Police and some professional realizations I’ve made. It wasn’t a healthy sort of darkness that is a process of introspection, no, it wasn’t healthy. This is a basic way to describe my ideal aesthetic: Swiss ideas…

There are two Americas, the actual one that is leaning more to the right toward a polite version of fascism and the America in legend, in movies. For now, we’re only concerned with the latter version. The United States of vast expanse, of two-lane desert highways, of reverb rock bands…

AUSTIN, Texas — I went to Boca Raton, Fla., to play dominos in mid August 2012. I learned a basic or perhaps a simplified version of the game, which proved to be enough to have a few games with June and Jack. …

One day he did it, he jettisoned the wings, which had become a heavy burden. He learned the ways of land-based bipeds and spent many a happy day walking upright among the humans. He learned to speak like a human, but with a hawk accent. Not long had passed before…

Writing to the younger Brian about what it’s like to be city cyclist and photographer/artist in New York compared to 2020, during the Covid-19 pandemic. Early one morning about 10 or 12 years ago in Morningside Heights in Manhattan, I rose with the calm of an early autumn morning and…