I walk through the idea a little at a time. I am 72 and I have watched many promises arrive and fade. Some came with a glow of certainty, others with a cautious hum of doubt. The question sits in the room with…
I am old enough to have watched ideas drift and drift again. I have lived with the ache of loss and the stubborn hope that memory can outlive the body. The question that lands on my desk today is not whether to…
I am thinking about how we hold the self when time presses us in different directions. The idea of preservation sits at the edge of many questions I have learned to ask slowly: What is saved, really? What can…