I can’t stand before my utter failures and say that they were ok. None of them were. They were failures, and maybe another one of mine is that I haven’t learned to love my failures. I hate all of them, every unscabbed dribbling wound of reminders that trickles across each freshly birthed attempt regardless of hope.
…es in this current age — most of them feel enormous pressure to be FIRST, not necessarily THOROUGH. There are dozens of stories with headlines just like this which don’t even touch the deeper nuance of what a Series actually is.