I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again.
It can be humbling looking at things you wrote before, long ago and far away. Whether this is in a classical form, » Read more
I am, as I’ve said, merely competent. But in an age of incompetence, that makes me extraordinary.
There were no formerly heroic times, and there was no formerly pure generation. There is no one here but us chickens, and so it has always been: A people busy and powerful, » Read more
Sometimes we meet someone, and for no clear reason, we dislike them instantly. Or we’re incredibly jealous of them. Sometimes it’s both.
We do not come into relationships unbiased. Instead, we enter them as a collection of all of our life experiences. And those we vicariously witness. Through the lives of those close to us. » Read more