Roland Barthes. I keep coming back to his ideas, even when I’m trying not to think about them. His writing is like a puzzle I can’t help but try to solve. Maybe it’s because he makes me feel seen in my own discomfort. I’ve always been drawn to the way Barthes writes about ambiguity. He’s …
I’m standing in the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee. John Mercer is sitting at the table, staring at his laptop screen with an intense focus. I’ve seen him like this before, but it’s been a while since we had a particularly long day and everyone else was out. Dave said he’d be back …
