In case you’d forgotten, this is the correct way to read a book.

(Yes, by a big pile of unhung art, on top of a heating grate, next to a liquor cabinet, with a manic dog that sucks on his back paw to self-sooth.)

Everything has a beginning, a middle, and an end.
Sometimes, in the middle, it’s hard to remember how it began.
It’s often impossible to know how it’ll end.
If you’re in the middle, just know…
However it began, it will end.
All things do.