The Column of Disquiet- A Slight Grip, A Gentle Hold
I never set out to write anything long. Maybe that's not true. I don't know. I think sometimes I go into something knowing it's going to get weird and long; other times, that is just what happens when I begin to tell the story. It takes as long as it takes, you know? It all unfolds very slowly and deliberately, but every word I use is important for one reason or another.
It's like "The Wire."
My latest column for The Next Ten Words is now live and direct; this one means a lot to me, and it was extremely difficult to go back to this place. This was going to be about one thing. It wound up being about a lot of things.