We grow more precise in some ways, as we age, after years of polishing one reflection againstĀ  another, but also less predictable. More and more seems left undone.

Direct encounter is impossible anyway – we circle one another. My question is, can the circles be surrendered in a way that allows for knowing we never fathomed, when trying to fit into a photograph of knowing?

I thought that it wouldn’t happen until I was very old, my looking back upon ordinary moments as most spectacular, and finding the peaks and valleys suspect… more than likely photo-shopped.