Magically, ridiculously, I met Emma again last night. She appeared from nowhere (okay, from Meg’s apartment) and found me talking on the phone and doing laundry at like midnight, and seeing her again made me frighteningly happy. Wow. How many times do you think you can replay one encounter in your head before the tape wears out?
Dear gentle reader: this blog has been operating continuously since I was a teenager. The writing below is at least a decade old. In that time every molecule of my body has been replaced, along with many foolish ideas and flighty beliefs. I want to keep some of those things public out of an honesty and humility I owe the world. I trust you to carry that context with you.