pathy

For one of the three bookclubs I’m in, I began reading an autobiography written by a man who has been absolutely shredded in body and soul by a lifetime of intense abuse. He gave fair warning in the prelude, in words that provided no hint that there was peace or hope or reaffirmation waiting at…

Surreality

I think about the devastation wrought by the recent hurricanes, floods, and wildfires, and how surreal the scene must be for all those grown accustomed to the world we see through ubiquitous screens, unreflectingly deemed the unexceptional normal. How sudden the jarring moments must accumulate, with destruction the view of the newly present now.  repeatedly…