I know now I was grieving something , the death of an ambition. I started attending reading events at Green Apple Books, my local bookstore, because it was something I liked in grad school, and I had to get myself out of the house. Going to those events was (is) a way of traveling without moving; they have afforded me an incredibly valuable... See more

It reminds me of writing and how I wake up week after week and get stuck on the blank page again and again. How I always despair that I have no more good ideas and, even if I did, not enough eloquence to convey said ideas. But I love it still. I love how writing brings everything to the surface, how it generates and absorbs my attention. How it

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I’ve been reflecting on how there are not very many moments in your adult life where you can deviate from, as Carson says, the normal body of information you depend upon. Real Life necessarily comes with bills, entropy, and tradeoffs on the pareto frontier. Failure feels more fraught.

But the logical line of sight contains no poetry. And what’s the... See more