Life can change in an instant. One day you wake up in a cold flat in a loud street in Oakland, and the next you wake up in a cold flat in a loud street in Coimbra. One minute you are content and fulfilled and in the next utterly bereft. There was a long stretch of years when I was younger when I knew who I was—what I wanted and where I was going. This was followed by nearly five years in which I had none of that confidence. Instead I felt I was disappearing—felt I had lost all sense of direction and purpose. That I was quite literally coming apart. Early on in this period of atomization I received a card from a friend in London. The front of the card said
On Trust and Vulnerability
On Trust and Vulnerability
On Trust and Vulnerability
Life can change in an instant. One day you wake up in a cold flat in a loud street in Oakland, and the next you wake up in a cold flat in a loud street in Coimbra. One minute you are content and fulfilled and in the next utterly bereft. There was a long stretch of years when I was younger when I knew who I was—what I wanted and where I was going. This was followed by nearly five years in which I had none of that confidence. Instead I felt I was disappearing—felt I had lost all sense of direction and purpose. That I was quite literally coming apart. Early on in this period of atomization I received a card from a friend in London. The front of the card said