February 2012
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January 2012
27 posts
There are three ways Americans get around the country without a car. Airplane, bus and train. Taking each method feels like a window into a different America, a different population group. You can live your whole life in this country and never take the train through the heartland, and you would never see or hear of the towns these trains pass through, and how those towns have almost all fallen...
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September 2011
5 posts
August 2011
9 posts
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July 2011
4 posts
January 2011
3 posts
I wake up in the middle of the night, look out the window. There’s nothing there. It’s too dark here, no evening lights, too much cloud cover. It’s raining, and I listen to the droplets.
A few months ago I was on the other side of the country. I’d just dipped my toes into the fountain of the National Gallery when giant rain drops scattered across the Mall. I grabbed...
December 2010
13 posts
Some time in autumn, the night is warm, silent. This is the city that sleeps, a city of dark desolate roads after midnight, even on a weekend. We’re driving down Venice Blvd. at night, past the hobos and street lamps, the occasional gas station. It will be a while till we’re home.
“Surface or freeway?” my friend asks me.
I don’t know how to respond, but I know...