The Drawer I Never Quite Close
There's a kitchen drawer in my house that doesn't close all the way, and I've stopped trying to fix it.
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There's a kitchen drawer in my house that doesn't close all the way, and I've stopped trying to fix it.
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Some small loyalties reveal more about us than the big ones do.
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Every kitchen has one. Mine has taught me something about the things we learn to live around.
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Nobody needs a second cup of coffee. That's rather the point.
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There is a particular kind of thinking that only seems to happen during long drives at night, and I have come to depend on it.
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I own an e-reader. I use it. And yet the books I remember, the ones that changed how I think, are almost all physical objects I can point to on a shelf.
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There is a particular kind of afternoon that can only happen in a second-hand bookshop, and I worry we are letting it become extinct.
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Medieval cartographers wrote 'here be dragons' at the edges of their known world. I've been thinking about what we write at the edges of ours.
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