It occurs to me before I can stop it: We’re head people, Teddy and me. We spend a substantial amount of our lives scratching around up there, realizing joyful, private milestones we’ll never admit to on the ground. But there are the corresponding dark territories we’ll never leave, tangled forests no one else can ever enter, where we will spend most of our lives alone. We may be lured out, once in a while, but we won’t remain outside for very long.
