2016 has been a strange year so far: a blizzard, a tornado watch, the rise of Trump, the death of my computer, a wedding! I keep thinking that I've finally found my footing, that a return to normalcy is nigh, but then I somehow end up tripping over my own two feet in snow that…
Maybe what cold is, is the timewe measure the love we have always had, secretly,for our own bones, the hard knife-edged lovefor the warm river of the I, beyond all else; maybethat is what it means the beautyof the blue shark cruising toward the tumbling seals.In the season of snow,in the immeasurable cold,we grow cruel…
Dining with Dostoevsky 