I joined a writers’ community to write and reboot.
I helped take care of my Dad for the last few years. Dad became ill in November 2019, and never quite recovered and was never again himself. There’s a lot here - Dad passed away in January 2021, after a third and final emergency trip to the hospital. It will take a while to figure out this time - and I began to do that through writing about it.
Over the last few weeks, I wrote mini pieces to try to figure things out and to do the thing Dad supported when he was himself and could walk and talk as he used to - to write. I have posted about a half-dozen of them here, mostly for myself.
My theme for The Big Stack was to write about the cross-roads of our infrastructure (the “Big Stack” which rose in the shadow of the years after the “Big Short”) and our lives (humanity’s existence as we understand it in our mythology, history, and economy). That remains in place and I will be writing about our future in it.
This first piece really means something to me and it has an important message for you.
There will be future posts like this but the focus will likely focus on the future.
I have written a lot about “time” and now I think I will move on to “space”.