The point of the daily diary exercise is not to record what you already know about what happened to you in the last 24 hours. Instead, it’s an invitation to the back of your mind to come forward and reveal to you the perishable images about the day you didn’t notice you noticed at all.

At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.

I look crazy. I know I do. Been true since I was a kid!

He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!

I run a tight ship, but I try and make it seem like I'm not doing that at all.

What year is it in your imagination?

But when the thing that is scaring you is already Jesus, who are you supposed to pray to?