Monday

I counted 42 passengers yesterday in the front car, heading downtown on the streetcar. Of those 42 passengers, 35 were on their screens. I’m not judging them for this ratio, it was just something I noted since it is a rather long ride, especially when you have two impatient young people accompanying you. There are 25 stops between ours and our usual destination and after each one, they subtract and confirm their answer with you, interrupting the essay I was reading in Jia Tolentino’s new book, Trick Mirror. Next to me, a woman whose silver roots overpowered her black tips…

Sunday

Japan is no stranger to disaster. Earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons, landslides, flooding, these are all regular elements of life, elements that have made Japan what it is today. I have lived here for twelve years and something terrible has happened at least once a year since I have been here. And yet this storm, watching the flooding right now, I am shattered. I know Japan will recover but there are people in the houses, right now, people who will most likely die if not rescued. But it is too dangerous to rescue them. So we are most likely witnessing, in our…

Sunday

Now he has again preceded me a little in parting from this strange world. This has no importance. For people like us who believe in physics, the separation between past, present and future has only the importance of an admittedly tenacious illusion.Albert Einstein upon the death of his dear friend Michele Besso When I learn that people are dying or have cut to the chase, I always feel a surge of resolve to live even harder, push even further. It may be that this is an illusion, that we are just one collective being, that we occur and reoccur, but…