+++ title = “06” date = 2019 +++ When I used to travel to Indianapolis every Monday, I would take an early morning flight and not eating anything until about 1 or 2pm. It didn’t seem to ever phase me very much, though I was pretty hungry around lunchtime. Turns out my habit of skipping breakfast is technically classified as intermittent fasting, since I had been without food for 14-16 hours.

The other night, I had the pleasure of seeing one of my best friends on stage on at the Kennedy Center. The show he was in was a really interesting piece, full of wonder and introspection. During some of the more abstract moments, I found myself becoming aware, like I would in sitting meditation. All senses just scanning the dark room, directing my attention to each one: the faint stream of air from the conditioner, the stage lights creating a mist in the air…

Watching someone do something on a computer knowing it could be done much more efficiently. Someone finishing or starting their food after or before me (because of social meal-sync). Watching someone get someone’s else’s name wrong… repeatedly. Watching someone break an instrument. Eating soggy cereal.

+++ title = “06” date = 2019 +++ Visiting the stationery section in a bookstore. Watching the neighbors party from my yard. The smell of a school building. The sound of a jet engine. The taste of marzipan.

Most days, he wakes up smiling at me through the bars of his crib. Then, he looks around the room, as if he’s seeing it for the first time, his heart full of wonder and his world overflowing with possibility. He points at me, and then one by one at all of the other important things in the room. He makes little noises each time he points, which sound aesthetically like “What’s that?