Let’s do something. Wasn’t that the reason we came here, to flee the drive to act? That tart old trope: Wherever you go, there you are. No escape. But we try. Oh, do we try.
I might be tempted to say that this describes me more than Rob, but that’s not the case at all. We sometimes hide in different places – him internally and me speaking far more than anybody should – but in similar ways. They’re not unique. We hide in our phones, our stupid conversations about nothing at all. By petting the dog, doing breathing exercises. We hide by living, through the stuff of the everyday. And in that sense, we’re getting ready to die.
