A tiny miscalculation, compounded daily.

Surrounded by chaos and devastation, he felt at ease. His inner and outer worlds had reached equilibrium

Their rigorously maintained veneer of civility lasted 90 seconds into his birthday toast.

Received a lovely message from T. yesterday. “Dear Michael, thank you for this thoughtful note. I admire your work, and it’s nice to hear from you.” Had to wonder, though, who is Michael?

I suspect the only true answer to pretty much anything is maybe.

It took many years to understand how short a year is.