Waiting at the Sin City Airport

I was a bit surprised when reading James Reeves’s website - the prose had an unexpectedly well-written quality (and the site beautiful). For example, here is a note from their notebook, dated Wednesday, January 7:

We had our first conversation when we were eighteen years old. Thirty years later, I’m still amazed that I can share a stray thought with her and an hour later we’re still chattering away about all kinds of things.

Then I read their about page, and indeed, they are a writer (and designer) by profession, with 2 published books. That explains it.

I’m not sure which of their posts to link to - there isn’t a overarching point I’d want point to, but to general and ambient sense of joy of reading what they’ve written. So here’s a somewhat arbitrary but interesting-for-me pick, in which they write about waiting at the Sin City airport:

I scanned the faces that passed by, each defined by the simple fact of not belonging to her. When I finally spotted her at the other end of the terminal, she gave a little wave, and time resumed again.