That Grand Old Immeasurable Glide of Existence

photo: davy carren

I’d been taking the stairs for what could’ve been months, or possibly decades. I am no longer sure I can trust such constructs. Because, well, you see, today, on my way down, I discovered that I was going up.

“Life’s worth little without others to share it with.”

This came from a computer repairwoman who’d almost rammed into me head-on as I was contemplating…