Zachary German’s “Thank You” finds the beauty in the blank. Life happens in the small moments. The associations can be such small things from a road in New Jersey to a specific kind of sink. Everything after a while comes to get its own meaning attached through no fault of anyone in particular. By taking the little glimpses of thought and memory Zachary German displays an entire life made bare. Elements from the literary world and from basic living (s/o Wholefoods parking lot) reveal that the two can become so similar that it can be a little shocking.
Friends meet everywhere, from Philly to Baltimore. The White Marsh Mall parking lot is where Megabus goes in Baltimore, a random part of a relatively random place. Here Zachary German uses pseudonyms for the other people but it is easy enough to spot who the people are. It seems nice that Zachary German attempts to change the name of the identities though the identities remain exactly the same like negatives of the same photograph: even without the exact same color it is easy enough to determine. With enough time people can become easy to figure out no matter how much they try to disappear.
Pop culture is real. Friendship begins with liking and disliking the same things. Strong relationships form this way. Thus an entire set of skills can be learned from watching YouTube to the understanding that a late period Interpol album will be just as bad as the descriptor implies. Even chores show off exactly what a person has decided to do with their time on Earth, such as selling lumber for a profit of sorts, if possible. It is not always possible. Sometimes bad things happen, accidents, missed directions, etc. Giant decisions in a life often attach themselves to the events that blast in the background of the world like playoff games, which indicate the period of time. It can be strange how the scheduled sport events are what help to shape much more personal decisions.
Traveling supposedly defines a person but it usually is another thing to do. Zachary German goes across the United States and world doing pretty much whatever it is that he does closer to home. Cabs, diners, cabins, these can be interchangeable because the world has essentially smoothed itself out, trying to be as similar to itself as possible.
Strangely, “Thank You” actually delivers on its name. Zachary Germans writes as if he’s talking to someone in a calm deliberate tone, dispassionately looking back on his life.