I must have been seven years old. My dad was helping me learn to ride a two-wheeler. He held the bike steady as I mounted and found the pedals. Then, holding the frame, he ran along behind as I cruised the sidewalk. It felt good, I was doing this, but I was apprehensive. “Keep pedaling, […]
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Symptoms
Forgive me. Accept my apologies. For the first time in 11 years, I missed not one, but two weeks in a row. I was overtaken by events and in the midst of the overtaking, I realized this is a signature symptom, perhaps the signature symptom, of contemporary life. So I’m trying to fight against it, […]