“I just wish they’d self-deprecate in the first person singular,” he says, “instead of electing me a de facto member of the club.” I ask him why he cares what they think about themselves or about him by association, or even about how they work through their insecurities. “Couldn’t it be that they’re just making […]
One cliched but reliable sign of aging is the sense that time is speeding up. We round a bend in the road and see a speck on the horizon that we know is where a long and uncertain journey will end, or can end, perhaps even without incident, and it’s only natural that we pick […]
Dream Diary I’m standing inside a lovely Frank Lloyd Wright-style house at the edge of an invisible city that floats above the Earth. My view through the sliding glass door is of clouds rolling by and occasional glimpses of whatever is beneath us on the surface of the planet. Between the house and the edge […]
