or what it is like
(Notes on Time, Loss, Art, and Carrying On) The One About How It Looks Age alters the surface of us long before it touches the core. The body bends, lines deepen, and the mirror insists on change, yet inside we remain strangely untouched. Like Dorian Gray, we carry a quiet constancy through the years, carrying […]
There was a moment this past year when, nestled in a car winding in the shadows of the Rif Mountains, I felt as if I had stepped into the pages of a Kerouac novel. Life, I mused, seemed like a “step across chronological time into timeless shadows” as we move on, year after year, “in […]
Every artist is a cannibal/ every poet is a thief/ all kill their inspiration/ and sing about their grief/ over love It’s been the best of times, it’s been the best of times. I’m writing this like a film editor clipping off the badly acted bits that couldn’t be recast. Or the actor who improvises […]
