I Am the Evil I See in the World

It’s 5:15 am, and I’m writing this from a sofa in an Airbnb a few hundred feet from Lake Tahoe in Nevada. Cindy is asleep in the next room. I felt cold, so I slipped on the sweater that I discarded last night on the floor next to the fire. I’m writing this for you, whoever you are. As I write that I feel that I’m also writing this for me. I also know that you and I are essentially the same thing: two “me’s” feeling separate in the…