Each new software update is torment.  Facebook becomes an impossible maze, to navigate, as do aspects of Gmail and just about everything else.

This brave new world belongs to the young. To  the toddlers who finger their tiny phones and iPads with ease, to the twenty-somethings, and to those of any age who are fortunately blessed with some kind of inborne instinct.


Pierre Janet, French philosopher and psychologist, wrote in 1889, “Personal unity, identity, and initiative are not primitive characteristics of psychological life. They are incomplete results acquired with difficulty after long work, and they are very fragile.”

I began to realize how the mirrors of other people and of the surrounding culture created a self that at the age of 18 lacked a sense of boundaries, a core, a sense of what violation was. Writing was initially an act of rage, an attempt to integrate what lay beneath the surface. It was an attempt to create wholeness within myself, to understand what had formed me and those close to me.