Pam Houston Tells Us
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Pam Houston Tells Us
It’s not unlike how we feel about death: We know we’re going to die, but does it have to be now? Can it not be now, please? Can it just be, always be, a little later? Until exhausted, stalemated, and without reconciling anything, we finally surrender. And like the wise frog, we jump out of the pot into the unknown.
I live in fear of bad outcomes—of climate catastrophe, war, aneurysms; and of course, snake attack.
It’s confusing. It’s an absurdity. But hardly the only one: We fall in love. We know we are going to die. We do strange things like make art, and dream, and put each other in prison, and cut ourselves when we’re depressed.