Christian Molenaar

Category: Nothings

  • Comedy of Remarriage

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    When Hannah and I got married nearly five years ago, we agreed to read vows of our own writing at the ceremony. When the time came for me to read my vows, I was so overcome with emotion I found the words on the paper could do nothing to capture the sensation of the moment,… Read more

  • Strangers on a Train

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    I want an Amtrak hamburger. And a coffee. Read more

  • July 5

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    Kafka’s diary, July 5, 1914 Read more

  • July 1

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    Kafka’s diary, July 1, 1914 Read more

  • Memorial Day

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    After the ceremony we went out for dim sum and argued about our apartment. When our Lyft driver came he said we were his first partiers of the night. We told him we were going to my mom’s house. He was listening to a podcast about Memorial Day. The host spoke in low, grave tones,… Read more

  • Cowboy

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    The cowboy hat sits high on the crown of his patchy scalp, stilted and unnatural. Read more

  • Now Spring Had Come

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    The 22nd of March 1832 had come.  In his armchair, a coverlet upon his knees, the green shade over his eyes, Goethe died.  The dread and anxiety that often precede death by some time were over and done; he suffered no more, he had suffered himself out.  And when he asked what day of the month it was, and… Read more

Thought:

“If you ask me where my priorities are, I say that I’d prefer a movie that survives ten years. Even if sometimes it means having a hard time as a director.”

Mamoru Oshii