Aging

First, there was karate. From the first time I saw a ninja in a movie, I knew I wanted to study martial arts. It was a desire that had 6-year-old me running around the living room in my pajamas doing spin kicks with more enthusiasm than skill until my parents

I feel solid in the world, heavy, massive in the sense that I exert a gravitational pull on people and objects around me. When I was young I orbited and bounced off things; now the world comes to me in many ways.

I don't listen to music the way I used to. Who does?

I went to breakfast with my father this morning. Like most men perched on the early cusp of stately middle age, I am more aware of the reality of my parents' mortality every time I see them.