Observations on
living.
"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master."
— Ernest Hemingway
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Something Like Nostalgia
Somewhere a few blocks past a small minor league field, with Creedence Clearwater Revival playing in my AirPods and a dozen more miles left to run, I weirdly became nostalgic for a life that I had never lived. The shiplap and brick buildings didn't mean anything to me, or at least they shouldn't have.
Ode to NYC
New York, you are a terrible place to be lonely. You make sure of it.
The Latest Craze
The line stretched around the block. He usually walked by.
Another Beer
There are a few places in New York where spending $12 on a beer seems like a good deal. Yankee Stadium is one of them.
Another Morning
Another morning, and I'm lacing up my shoes today in Calgary. Planning on running by the Bow River on the north side of town.
A Third Place
Flying into Seattle, Mount Rainier was impossibly clear. I've been to Seattle half a dozen times, and I'd never seen the mountain like that.
Starting Again
I stood looking up at the bronze statue of Ernest Hemingway. An impossibly clear Spanish morning stretched overhead.
Readiness Isn't a Feeling
"Readiness isn't a feeling," she said in a Brazilian accent. We chatted over grilled octopus, standing to eat like everyone does in San Sebastián.
The Oxford Comma
Nobody knows how alone I feel. People forget me, and no one even notices.
Loneliness
He swung around the Sun. Passing by others just like him.
The Boy at the Record Store
It was her favorite thing to do. She would spend hours running her finger through the paper covers of records, both new and old.
Trump, Ted Lasso, and Local Sports
Sitting here in San Sebastián in Spain's Basque Country, I realized something I hadn't fully appreciated before. I wasn't aware of just how deep Basque identity runs - to many people here, being Basque is more important than being Spanish, similar to Catalonia.
Warm Hands and Loyalty
They sat on a park bench as snow began to lightly fall on them. "My hands are so cold," she said.