It took him a while to realize that what he thought of as ‘acting like a jerk’ was what other people called ‘being a jerk.’

Seeing an old friend for the first time since the pandemic. Seeing in his shocked expression what I hadn’t yet noticed in the mirror.

We finally came to the end of big, dumb ideas.

They were pictures of a beautiful, exhausted world. Pictures of a crucifixion.

Writing about photography—more about writing than photography.

Another word for conceptual: simplistic.

Once you’ve had a thought there’s no reason to ever have it again.

For years I proceeded as if my activity had significance—a toddler solemnly pretend-working with blocks.

What you wrote, I thought about it what it might have meant, and I don’t think it meant anything.
What I wrote wasn’t about what I wrote. It was about what you might think about it.