February 21, 2026

I’ve been hobbled by a complete lack of sophistication all my life–a spinoff of the Puer Aeternus syndrome of never growing up and always being surprised that life turns out to be this way. (Of course, I don’t see how any of us could have ever seen THIS present state of affairs coming.) And needing to call a Do-Over from birth to now. Do-Overs would be a nice touch, I think, particularly if they were infinite and eternal, where we could play each scene over and over until we got it right. Or perhaps a specific memory eraser so that we didn’t ever wake nights ashamed and aghast over Remember This? Dreams that don’t allow us to forget anything. It can be a humbling experience having to deal with who we are, but it is also affirming that we can still be going after all these years with an exterior that appears to be none the worse for wear, and you would have had to have been with me all the way to know who I really am.