On the Fourth of July, I convinced myself there was hope.
Every purchase must be tracked to dispel any ugly merchant tricks and ensure that our meager tips were never misread.
It’s only a ride until we make our first U-turn—then it’s an adventure.
The nice thing about magic, from what I could tell as a young reader, was that it gave such an order to existence.
But I have reason to believe moments of intense clarity and energy have a rhythm that can be experienced in the here and now.