Moral of the Photo: The challenge of existence, to a large degree, is learning to live with the mind you have–however oddly it is configured. I’ve always, from a young age, jotted notes, recorded moments, gathered tiny details of days. It’s just the way I grew up, for environmental reasons (to assert a measure of control over the atmosphere of a chaotic house) but also for some mysterious reasons. We are never puzzles that solve easily. We are what is known, and all that is not known yet. And the only real practical application for such detail collecting is writing–which is why, I think, the act has been a bubbling swamp-like center of my life for many decades.