writer’s diary October 4, 2009

I sometimes wonder if I was meant to be a tumbleweed. Because my fancies are scattered over a wild and haphazard geography, and it seems too tedious to use jets, planes, or automobiles to get to where I should already exist. I want to just roll on through and out, on to wherever the wind [...]

… February 19, 2008

I feel restless. I keep having dreams about roads held up by great bodies of water. Last night’s body of water was a silver, gleaming ocean with waves forming mountains in front of me. Behnam and I were driving through the water on a paved highway, calm as can be.

photography September 21, 2007

                        
I dreamt last night that I traveled to Bangladesh on a jumbo jet as the sole passenger and that Behnam was flying it. We arrived safely, landed in jungle, knocked over a tree, and then he said he’d meet me at the jet later because that’s where we were staying. So I wandered through [...]