it’s wildly fun to pay attention to things. To think about smallness. To look back at the overlooked. But it’s even more wildly fun to do such things and then share in the results of that attention with others.

No one talks about the way in which the world, in all of its bewildering capability, is, at every second, offering some detail that might lead to a new way of framing, of thinking, of imagining. The delight of reading involves developing an awareness of the way so many people pay attention to this world, and to themselves.

How often this happens. How often I feel too overburdened to remember that part of the joy of this life is to seek smallness in the world, and then offer that smallness to someone else.