Sublime

Lately, he had begun to wonder what mattered, apart from Eileen and the girls. He was touching forty but didn’t feel himself to be getting anywhere or making any kind of headway and could not but sometimes

Dad? He sounded petrified. I don’t want to go back to being me.

The thought was disquieting—that our identities should be so mutable, and therefore the course of our lives.

that F. Scott Fitzgerald line: Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Way of Life app.

indolent

started?”

restive: