Goodbye America

One thinks: this shit's never gonna end. Puerto Rico. Idiot with a bump stock on the the 32nd floor. Nuclear Viagra giving Trump an intercontinental hard-on. Hurricane Maria, Irma, Harvey, take your pick. My friend's house underwater in Houston, his dog on an inflatable raft. Girls stabbed in Marseilles. Girls with acid in their faces.... Continue Reading →

The Portrait, the Authentic Self, and Freedom

Thoughts after spending 5 hours in the National Portrait Gallery, looking into the faces of Americans from the 18th century to the present day. If I've acquired any broadening of perspective from all the hours I've spent in the Washington D.C. Smithsonian galleries, it's this: every life is valid.  Everyone has a story.  Everyone is "okay."  Although... Continue Reading →

Letter from Washington, Part 1

"In a very few hours I arrived in a city that always makes me think of a whited sepulchre. Prejudice no doubt. I had no difficulty in finding the Company's offices. It was the biggest thing in the town, and everybody I met was full of it. They were going to run an over-sea empire,... Continue Reading →

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