The story you think should be written isn’t the best story that could be written.

the invisible backbone for the global town square. The path there? Very unclear, but we’ll have to think differently

My life hinges on words. But I want more than to speak, I want to be fluent in living.

Don’t make one more thing that isn’t yours—something built to sell, to collect a like, to catch an eye.

Even in victory, he feels the same hollowness. Just as unwilling to live as when he has lost. He imagines a future where the margin is so great that certainty is on his side.

If these metrics were banned, how would you know you lived? How would people know that you lived?

I sing opera in three languages while making breakfast. Four, if you count the one that doesn’t exist. The best yolks are round and plump, like basketballs. They don’t lie flat and I swear they could bounce.