Complete Archive
The Road—Places, people, and what turned up along the way.
The Day After Yellow Springs
Thirty thousand people had filled these streets the day before. I couldn’t find a single trace of them—no wreckage, no litter, just swept brick and open parking. It took two strangers and a sold-out appetizer to convince me the Street Fair had happened at all.
The Abbey of Gethsemani
Vigils is at 3:15 in the morning. Seven offices a day, silence in most of the halls, and Thomas Merton buried out back in a plain row with no marker pointing the way. Several days at a Trappist monastery in central Kentucky.
Not the Miles
Sunday morning at Big Bone Lick, a 1974 Volkswagen Westfalia stopped me cold—restored down to the plaid upholstery. The couple who owned it had been driving it for decades. What they said about the mileage wasn’t what I expected.
The Life—How this actually works, under real constraints.
Built for a World That No Longer Exists
A guy in a borrowed basement in Cincinnati, eighteen months out from a heart transplant, with a career and a marriage and an address all recently in the past tense. The plan he’d built his life around was designed for conditions that no longer exist.
The Reckoning—The interior work, and the questions that don't resolve.
Still Here
Weeks of lists, gear videos, and a spreadsheet I kept telling myself was almost done. I finally packed what I actually had instead of what I still meant to buy, and left. I had gloves. I had sanitizing wipes. I did not have pillows.
