The Most Dangerous Sentence a Good Person Says

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I once knew a man—let us call him Mr. Granite—who had a talent for moral architecture. He built his opinions the way some people build coastal fortresses: thick walls, narrow gates, and very few windows.

Over coffee, in a place where the chairs were designed to make you leave promptly, Mr. Granite announced, with a pleasant certainty, “I would never do something like that.”

He said it the way people … Read the rest

The Story of an Expat

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There is a certain kind of departure that does not look like drama. No slammed doors. No speeches. No final walk through the city with tears and music swelling in the background. It looks, instead, like a quiet decision made too late at night, when the world is asleep and you finally stop lying to yourself.

This is the kind of leaving that does not ask for permission.

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Weltschmerz

By Eric Le Roy

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‘We have fallen in the dreams the ever living

Breathe on the tarnished mirror of the world

And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh.”

(Yeats)

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My life at an advanced age vacillates between flashes of murderous rage and periods of unaccountable serenity. When I sense the futility of thinking that anything much is going to change during my ‘golden years’, I … Read the rest

When Love’s Kindness Crumbles

By Eric Le Roy

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       I might be giving the game away if I tell you I’ve been married five times and now present myself as an authority on the best way to sustain a happy ‘holy’ matrimony. You’ll be forgiven for asking: How can this chronic nuptial fuck-up possibly have anything to say besides “Here is some advice you should immediately ignore”? It probably wouldn’t help if … Read the rest

The Cult of Work and the Forgotten Art of Rest

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Work, in the long view, is a moving target. For most of our species’ history we did not “have jobs”; we had tasks that followed daylight, seasons, and stomachs. Hunter-gatherer life combined bursts of high effort with long stretches of social time—mending, storytelling, tool care, childcare. Ethnographic estimates vary, but the pattern is consistent: subsistence came in pulses, not in 8-hour rectangles. The body we still carry—ultradian focus cycles, circadian … Read the rest