Something happens when I actually stop long enough to let the words distill in my mind and begin to come out my fingers. It’s feels like when I put my glasses on or my contacts in first thing in the morning and suddenly everything comes into focus.
We used to repair things. We used to make them whole again or if we couldn’t, at least make them workable. But now I live in a throw-away culture where if a garment, object, opinion or relationship doesn’t work for me anymore, I can just replace it. In fact the new one is probably prettier, shinier and more novel than the old one.
