The Sun Was A Toddler Insistently Refusing

Grateful To Be A Little Boat, Full Of Water, Still Floating.

Failing To Grapple With Complexity Actually Turns Out To Be A Pretty Bad Life Strategy.

I Thought Of The One Thing About Home That I Missed, My Dad's Study With Its Built-in, Floor-to-ceiling Shelves Sagging With Thick Biographies And The Black Leather Chair That Kept Me Just Uncomfortable Enough To Keep From Feeling Sleepy As I Read.

In The Contemporary World Where Things Fall Apart, And The Centre Cannot Hold, You Have To Imagine A Community Where There Is No Centre. Hank, At The End Of This Year I Started Thinking That A Lot Of Life Is About Doing Things That Don’t Suck With People Who Don’t Suck.

My Thoughts Are Stars I Cannot Fathom Into Constellations.