In these shifting, distanced, untethered times, we hunger for anchor points to hold on to. We crave juicy, thirst-quenching thoughts, feelings and ideas to engage with. But reality—the solid, the substantive, whatever actually exists—seems out of reach these days. Like images receding in a mirror or the shadows on the wall in Plato’s cave, real life seems always to be elsewhere, an infinite regress.
Elsewhere may not be better than where