I’ve come to love delving into the thick of it — when it comes to the fantastic, that is. For a long time, I pushed off the surreal. There was enough reality to learn, to know, to solve for, to grow from, and to live in.
In college, I wanted to know the world so I could crack the code. What were the answers to all the problems of this puzzling world of ours? I asked myself this time and time again with much learned but still, to no avail.
The straight and narrow path to wisdom did not reveal itself to me as an undergrad, nor did it in grad school. Instead, the woods thickened. The conceptual “truths” of the world became darker, blurrier and more obscure.
I went into Harlem to try to do one good thing in the world — teach kids to love language as…
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