And so I decide to eat half. And as I continue to eat the other half, I’m not exactly in the moment, but somewhere adjacent to it.
— Jonathan Goldstein
To an unmoored, middle-aged man like myself, it was heart-breaking. That’s all right. I like to have my heart broken.
I have fond memories, from when I was young, of how my parents would sit at the kitchen table before serving dinner and talk to one another about their day… Now that I’m older, I realize that the point of those chats was to give my mother an opportunity to tell a story so that my father could understand why she was a different person that night compared to when she left for work in the morning. She was describing the change in her over time, bridging the void between her and my father that developed throughout the day. There was distance between them, and her story closed the gap.
— Frank Chimero, The Shape of Design
