I've decided that my life is essentially a crossword puzzle.
Those of you who saw my essay about living with NLD know that I have a lot of
trouble navigating space and make my way around with no sense of direction, so
words are used to compensate for the void. And that's exactly how a crossword
puzzle is filled out; finding the right words to fill in blanks and trying to
make them fit together. That's where words and space converge; crosswords and
crossroads. It's the interim where my life stands on tiptoe, trying to find a
harmony between the two.
