The little man in my pocket

My thoughts, normally bunched together, wrapped in gauze, insistent, urgent, impatient, one moment to the next, living in what I

now I close my eyes and randomly click the months and days on my email’s calendar. I could be sending some emails a decade or more into the future, but I love that.

This is a world in which time is not fluid, parting to make way for events. Instead, time is a rigid, bonelike structure, extending infinitely ahead and behind, fossilizing the future as well as the past. Every action, every thought, every breath of wind, every flight of birds is completely determined, forever… In a world of fixed future, life is

The Emissary thinks about the story of a life, especially as it is underway. It thinks about the health and growth of a life. It thinks about what values of a life are sacred to its core identity and what needs updating. It thinks about the future not as an abyssal unknown, but as a path whose shape is being sculpted day by day, in little and big w