My Better Half

I get lost. I get lost a lot. Two days ago, I spent over an hour walking around the same four blocks in my neighborhood, trying to find the nail salon that I had been to at least half a dozen times before. I have no real visual memory. Often, I get off the subway in New York, and feel, for a moment, that I am in the most foreign of places, no matter how many times I have gotten off at that same subway stop. If someone saw me walking around the same four square blocks over Read more