My 2nd collection of essays, Transference, is due to drop this winter. I believe. And I add “I believe” because if the last two years have made nothing else clear, they have made clear the following capital-t-Truth: I know nothing.
I have my convictions, my suspicions, my beliefs, and I know damn near nothing, still. I can adorn that statement — “I know nothing” — with caveats, clauses, adjectives . . . I can equivocate on the statement — “I know nothing” but all previous attempts to adorn this plain Truth has not altered my reality, and my reality is, in part, that I know nothing.