Small Hopes and a Plan

It’s not really a magic spell, I guess. It’s intu­ition (magic, I guess, by another name, but we’re not going to get any­where ratio­nal in this post). I use intu­ition like sonar: it tells me the shape of things with­out offer­ing much in the way of detail. Once I know the shape, every­thing else about a rela­tion­ship is learn­ing to see each other in the dark. This is not an unerr­ing process. There’s a lot of fum­bling and stub­bing of toes on the furniture. […]

Sometimes I See Myself Fine…

Note: Let’s call this one “by request,” sort of. Some peo­ple with whom I’ve been cor­re­spond­ing wanted to know how my brain works and how it got that way. My response is an attempted abbre­vi­a­tion. For a fuller account, I refer you to the com­plete archives and all future posts of this very blog. […]