Noted, Unresolved

Departure begins with luggage limits. A scale decides how much of one life may pass into another. The house is taking in your absence, like damp. The dogs make rounds, as if another door might open onto you. Silence expands with the patience of an understudy. Freiburg promises efficiency; Deutsche

Dispatches from a journey through Kallaikoi land – where even the sea is conscripted, and history clings to the asphalt. I went sailing off the north coast, where the Kallaikoi still speak. But the water had been conscripted – yellow Canadairs: low-flying, with the grace of drunk pelicans and the moral authority

They say it’s from the northwest, force 4, rising. They say you’ll want to reef the main, watch for veer after dusk. They say many things. They gesture at isobars, tap their phones like altars. They pronounce cyclogenesis with the softness of prayer. They lean over charts as

“Not healing. Just friction management.”  – marginalia on a form marked VOID Closing the door. Not metaphorically. Literally. Writing a to-do list that included “burn everything” and then doing one actual task. Letting the email rot. Dog videos. But only the ones where the dogs ignore everyone. Saying “no” out loud

“The strength you admire in others is usually a form of damage management. We are not fine. We are just well catalogued.”  – from an unfilled memo, author unknown Crisis. Apparently, it builds character. It mostly builds invoices. Taking the high road. Very scenic. Very unpaid. Having “potential.” The unpaid internship