Sailors lost on a digital sea of noise.
Outside my hotel window, past a scattering of palm trees, lies a beautiful white sand beach and the crystal-clear warm water of the South Pacific. Every…
Dear Pilgrim, returning to these digital shores you might have been alarmed by my silence. The diminished volume of digital correspondence found on…
Yesterday, Christmas Eve, my wife asked me to take our daughter out of the house for a few hours so she could wrap and decorate all the presents. So, we…
The realization that my generation's cultural output is nothing, but pastiche is existentially depressing. We arrived at the party late, after everyone…
Between Ventura Beach and Pacific Coast Highway, on a desolate misnomer named Pleasant Valley Road, lined with decrepit strip malls and non-places that…
Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear—the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the…
Driving through the California desert made me reflect on the impermanence and insignificance of our accomplishments. Even at eighty miles per hour the…
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