When I was young, there was a popular children’s cartoon about a special little boy. He didn’t have a rare talent, or an intellect capable of solving complex math equations but he was dead and that counted for something. Despite being a ghost, which would undoubtedly cause most people to bemoan the cruelty of their fate, this young lad was ...

A few years ago, I realized I had completely run out of new things to say. Every time I spoke, I was merely repeating myself, like a clump of hair circling the drain in the bathtub. Around and around I went, voicing the same concerns and trivialities as I awaited my inevitable descent into the great waste tube beyond. “Be ...