Knowing other souls: glorious, but maybe the end of fun.
We were sitting on a couch. On the TV, men in tights were causing each other serious pain. “I think I’m standing still,” I said. “I think I need to move.”
I've heard tell of supermarkets on the road where not even the orange juice and bottled water is kosher, where the tiny Ks and Us and Hebrew letters we search for in our secret codes are absent, where even the potato chips and white-bread loaves are baked with lard.
Strangers can be wildly fascinating, both in person and on social media. The opportunities they offer for connection and expanded perception are beautiful and downright mystical.
