James A. Reeves

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James is a writer and designer in the Middle West who makes midnight mixtapes and writes about highways and the search for god. 🌉 bridged from https://www.jamesreeves.co/ on the fediverse by https://fed.brid.gy/

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Longform Stories

The Age of the Holy Spirit

"An age so fragmented that there’s a weird emergent new form of unity."

2d ago·7 min read·1376 words

Hiromi Kawakami - Under the Eye of the Big Bird

Under the Eye of the Big Bird begins as an austere fable in the vein of Woman in the Dunes or Never Let Me Go, then it unfurls into its own strange creature. Centuries pass. New modes of consciousness…

Jun 3·2 min read·221 words

Dream Theory

Painting is incredibly hard.

Jun 2·6 min read·1133 words

Gustav Klimt - Judith I

Klimt’s masterpiece is this rendering of Judith with an expression so seductive and relaxed it's defiant. The glint of her teeth electrifies the picture; the severed head she cradles becomes an aftert…

May 24·1 min read·91 words

Star Demon

Why do some encounters alter our perception while others leave no trace?

May 16·7 min read·1360 words

The Vacuum Lady

Last night I dreamt about a regal bald woman, impossibly tall, who glided above the floor with her back arched like a vacuum. I nodded hello, and she said, “You’re welcome.” No matter what I said, she…

May 15·1 min read·113 words

Parking Garage Father

I often find my father deep within the labyrinthine architecture of parking structures. I once woke in tears from a dream about hugging him after he told me I could always find him there. I asked him …

May 15·1 min read·109 words

Tobias Pils

Figures hunch in the murk. One looks like a two-and-a-half legged woman. Some squeeze their hair and others fondle eggs. But the blank spaces in his roomy pictures does most of the work because these …

May 15·1 min read·90 words

Tandoori Perfume Finger

Last night’s dream brought me to the ruins of a university where we played chess with pieces of tandoori meat. “You cannot withdraw from this game without suicide,” said my veiled opponent. I dreamt …

May 14·1 min read·151 words

Vinyl Anxiety

I ducked in and out of tiny record stores, spinning racks of cassettes and flipping through stacks of vinyl, frantically trying to find my favorite song to play at a wedding. Turns out I was kneeling …

May 14·1 min read·152 words

Crocodile Eye

C. and I were walking through a museum that might have been Versailles or the Vatican in the year 3000. Baroque galleries. White cubes. Abstract paintings at precise intervals. We agreed, quietly and …

May 14·2 min read·332 words

Mountain Man

Last night I dreamt tangled, deeply plotted dreams about rotted airplanes, teeth in the street, and a gigantic man who knelt down to tell me he was raised by a mountain and that I did not understand h…

May 14·1 min read·152 words

Cildo Meireles - Babel

At the Tate, a mammoth tower of twentieth-century radios fritz and skip through stations. Meireles was concerned with the cacophony of the modern world. He built Babel in 2001. I wonder what he would …

May 13·1 min read·77 words

Cursed VHS

C. and I watched a stuttering videotape. Somebody warned us that we shouldn’t watch the ending because it shows how we’ll die. Everyone in the movie had the flu and was laying down to die. We stopped …