I just found out that my childhood home burned down today. In a beautiful foreign country, surrounded by the most loving people I could ever hope to meet on the other side of the world, all I can think about is what I left behind. I wonder how my family is, the emotional state of my mother, and feverishly running through my head are things I know we will never see again… I have always felt that there is nothing more permanent than physically writing something down on a bright sheet of paper. Its like time, and philosophy, and magic come flooding out across the page. I think that’s why books created to help you succeed in life recommend it so. So many things in my life have involved paper… I worry that my Mom will never get over the loss, and yet here I sit thinking about the fact I will never get to show Isaac pictures of me […]