Jeremy Martin

Jeremy Martin

About Jeremy
Hello, my name is Jeremy Martin, and I'm a wanderer, writer, and whatever else day-to-day life requires. I am fascinated by place, by the journey, by the diversity of ideas and experiences in the world....
Projects
I try to always be working on something for myself: projects like this aren't about producing anything in particular, they're a form of play, play is a way of exploring, and the best part of...

About The Restless Lens

Welcome to The Restless Lens, where you’ll find my personal interests, inspirations, ideas, and work, all outside the walls of social media; independent, strange, eclectic, typically mediocre, and completely un-monetizable, this is the way the internet should be.

My Writing

Visions of the Apocalypse
Visions of the Apocalypse
I have, for many years now, frequently found myself held rapt by unexpected visions of the apocalypse. Upon a rooftop bar, for example, I will...
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The Eclipse
The Eclipse
This morning I've noticed that many accounts of yesterday's total eclipse contain a statement along the lines of "I was not prepared for how beautiful/spiritual/amazing...
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The Key and the String
The Key and the String
Addie and I are staying the month in a small and very lovely war-era Dutch row house, which our host generously gives us freedom to...
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A Brief Guide to My Emoji Usage
A Brief Guide to My Emoji Usage
I was sending someone a text message the other day and needed just the right emoji. The conversation was completely over by the time I...
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Interesting Links

Photography That Treats Dementia
Photography That Treats Dementia
It's tempting to think of art as a purely aesthetic pursuit, a process that generates beautiful things to hang on the walls of galleries and...
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Parlez-Nous A Boire
Parlez-Nous A Boire
One of my favorite songs in the world is “Parlez-Nous A Boire,” or “Let’s talk about drinking.” The title alone, which is also the first...
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Badass Women
Badass Women
It's painfully obvious to anyone paying attention that history tends to be a little (a lot), well, skewed toward the male side of things. All...
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Against Argument
Because there's no shortage of writing about politics (if thats still what we're calling it these days), I'm especially refreshed when I read a new and...
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Mapping Above and Below the City
Mapping Above and Below the City
If you're anything like me, its impossible to follow a set of stairs into any subway system without wondering how everything above ground interfaces with...
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Kill The Parking
Kill The Parking
Mexico City is ditching parking requirements for new development. Why in the world would one of the most traffic-congested cities in the world (a ranking...
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The Eastern Capital
The Eastern Capital
Here's a vaguely architectural project that impinges upon the more pleasant periphery of the artistic: imagine a project to rebrand China as a cultural rather...
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In Memoriam

This is written for a memory, and the sad truth is that memory fades. As we grow older, our pasts are more often than not reduced to recollected snapshots, sentiments, and vague impressions. So many parts of our lives are lost to time. So many people in our lives are …

A Brief Connection

The clothes dryer across the hall in the back of my father-in-law’s house produces the rhythm of a railroad car when it’s running, and just now, in adjusting to tune out it’s repetitious sound, I suddenly became aware of a connection with a version of myself in a moment distant in …

Bodhi

I got up to get another beer from the kitchen but I guess I stood up too fast and it triggered something in Bodhi, who jumped after me and actually nipped me, just a little bit, on my left butt cheek. I scolded him sternly, of course, but it was …

On My Life

I’m excited. I’m excited because I’m about to change my life. Now, I’ve made life-changing decisions before: the first choice in my power was the choice to attend college, followed by my choice of where to attend college. The next big choices I made were my major, and later, to …

Stargazing

I’m down here on Earth, like always, stargazing in the winter cold clearing of some forgotten forest, a retreat from the lights of civilization that even out here still pale the darkness of the horizon. I’m staring outward, but it’s hard to accept the scale of what I see. I …

Esplanade Avenue

Mid morning Saturday. Begin behind the restaurant. In a block of unremarkable houses, on a porch in the sun. From there: The movieset village bustle of Bayou St. John The complicated shadows of winter oak trees shimmering The crowd lingering, laughing at Tastee The cigarillo smokers trailing clouds The bus …

Nola

Nola walked into my house light-footed, bouncing on her toes like she’d been coming here her whole life. Like she’d been looking forward to this visit for days even though she couldn’t have known she was coming, and anyway, this was her first visit. She made her way confidently through …

Upon Reflection

You can’t really say you’ve lived in New Orleans until you’ve seen yourself through the haze of a bathroom mirror, drunk at 2 am, tired, sick, and lonely, but still completely in love. “As long as I keep drinking” you address your bloodshot eyes, “New Orleans will never die.”