I think it’s astonishing that the universe is contained in eight letters. Or that love is contained in four. It’s one of the things I adore most about language. We can build entire worlds with the correct assembly of lines, dashes, and dots. We can bathe in the deep black of the galaxy with stars whizzing past. Or fall into a pile of red-dusted leaves in the autumns of our childhoods. I can make a whale orbit the sun or a blade of grass tickle your ankle as you walk towards the beach. Even just a single word can pull you into a litany of half-remembered moments–the breeze of the ocean, and...…I think it’s astonishing that the universe is contained in eight letters. Or that love is contained in four. It’s one of the things I adore most about language. We can build entire worlds with the correct assembly of lines, dashes, and dots. We can bathe in the deep black of the galaxy with stars whizzing past. Or fall into a pile of red-dusted leaves in the autumns of our childhoods. I can make a whale orbit the sun or a blade of grass tickle your ankle as you walk towards the beach. Even just a single word can pull you into a litany of half-remembered moments–the breeze of the ocean, and...WW…

Sometimes, you find strange things on google. Four-year-olds don’t really have archnemeses. I guess I was just precocious. There was definitely some evil glowering and plotting. And like most archrivalries, it all began with a misunderstanding. But, let’s not make this more than it was. My first archnemesis was an orange. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say that my first archnemesis was uncertainty that happened to take the form of an orange. The citrus fruit sat in front of me on a table, waiting patiently to be deskinned and consumed. And I had no idea what to do. This orange...…Sometimes, you find strange things on google. Four-year-olds don’t really have archnemeses. I guess I was just precocious. There was definitely some evil glowering and plotting. And like most archrivalries, it all began with a misunderstanding. But, let’s not make this more than it was. My first archnemesis was an orange. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say that my first archnemesis was uncertainty that happened to take the form of an orange. The citrus fruit sat in front of me on a table, waiting patiently to be deskinned and consumed. And I had no idea what to do. This orange...WW…