the future as glasses fogged up. the future as swimming pool flooding into leaky goggles. as contact lenses migrating to the back of youreye, wearing opacitylike a coat: the 9:00 pm mist draped around the bowed shoulders ...

We’ve all seen it before. It can be found on our floors, our tables, and our beloved knick-knacks. We often just brush it off, but at some point, one must consider: Where does it come from? and why does it always come back?

Try again! Don’t stop now! I often find myself resistant to repetition. I’ve always been combative against repetitive tasks as I had no patience with myself. As a cellist, I found myself unwilling to practice on the cello, even though I know that the only way to improve at producing the sounds...