I write vignettes about being a new dad.
I daydream about never retiring, of a lifetime of creative partnership, friendship, and misadventure with soul-on-the-sleeve explorers who argue for decades about Dickinson and Beyoncé and Wittgenstein, who save each other from self-destruction and -grandeur, who sit shiva over halcyon neverworks. Who share the spoils and the turmoil. Brothers and sisters in the impossibility of art and life.
I live in Berlin with my wife and son. I’m glad you’re here.