Georg Lukacs. I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately, trying to untangle why his ideas keep slipping into my mind like a loose thread on an old sweater. As I sit here with my laptop open, staring at the screen as if it’s a blank page waiting for inspiration, I realize that what draws …
I was making a cup of coffee this morning when I started thinking about Pandora. During her last few visits, she’d left her keys in different places instead of keeping them in her purse like she normally does. It wasn’t a big deal at first, but after noticing it several times, my brain decided it …
