Sleepless Beauty
I often think in analogies. I can’t help it. If someone starts to tell me about something, anything — a particular experience, a person’s foibles — my mind goes off on convoluted tangets and tries to compare the one thing to another thing entirely. To most others, the two things will seem to be completely unrelated, but my mind absolutely insists that there’s a bridge across that ravine and simply hops on over. See what I mean? It’s a curse,…