On not knowing what your thing is

Notes on passion, talent and trying to find things to love

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I’m seated behind two strangers on a plane and they’re making small talk. At first it is strained—the woman removes an earbud to listen, but hovers it by her chin. Polite nods are interspersed with glances back to a screen where the film The Mummy is paused.

I miss the precise moment the sense of engagement shifts, but there is something so charm…