Posts Tagged ‘isolation’

Another pattern emerges. The stuff that seems to make me happiest is all about movement, disappearing, vanishing, being isolated, unreachable. And I ran away from home. I’ve left several countries, changed nationalities twice. Yesterday I saw the documentary about the making of Alec Soth‘s Broken Manual, Somewhere to DisappearĀ at the Sean Kelly Gallery. No surprise [...]


Back in the day, before I was married, before the child, I used to sometimes take the train instead of the plane back from business trips. My favorite trip ever took me from St Paul-Minneapolis to Portland on the Empire Builder in the middle of winter, a trip that takes almost two days. Much of [...]


You might have noticed at this point that my family was more of the “unhappy in its own way” kind. Helmed by parents whose own parents had never shown them much affection, which meant they never learned how dispense it themselves, my family was an archipelago of six individuals with few bonds. We were four [...]