
Up on the roof
I took a bath the other day. That’s not remarkable, but baths for me usually mean one thing: I need to escape. Retreat. Hide from the world. Nothing terrible had happened. Giving in to the lure of the bathtub simply means I’ve been overexposed – too many people for too long with too little downtime. In the tub, the outside world still exists, my obligations … Continue reading Up on the roof