Goodbye 2016. Don’t come back. You were harsh, abrasive, and caustic. You rubbed me the wrong way: With your arrogance, hypocrisy, hate, belligerence, and turmoil. You split families apart. You rifted away our friendships, at least what we assumed were so. Your Grim Reaper was a greedy bastard—taking way too many, too soon. (And one … More Goodbye 2016. Don’t come back.
“Through these woods I have walked thousands of times. For many years I felt more at home here than anywhere else, including our own house. Stepping out into the world, into the grass, onto the path, was always a kind of relief. I was not escaping anything. I was returning to the arena of delight. … More These Woods
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“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” George Santayana Warning: I’m currently re-reading W.G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn. This post may cause melancholy, circuitous thinking, excessive thinking, and/or general confusion. Or, perhaps, it will make you think. Read at your own risk. I’ve…