Wednesday, June 6, 2018


This project of digitizing my 1998 journal of a cross-country road trip is all-consuming; when I am not actually working on it I am thinking about it, being transported back to that time in my life. Which right at the moment is a good thing. If I let myself think about what is happening right now I just feel rage, despair and grief. I don't really want to be overwhelmed by that, so I work as much as I can on the road trip project. I feel as if the whole world has come to a point where rage and grief are about the only appropriate reactions. And yet there is still beauty in the world, there is still love and compassion and awe. I'm having a hard time reconciling that.

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