"Reconciliation with reality," I said when someone asked me why I write. Not that reality is always so harrowing. Not that I don't like wearing long scarves as I walk and stare into strangers' faces.
Yet even the pleasant things may have their transformation coming. We may all grow antlers, among other appendages. We may all lose others in the process. Once we do, I tell myself things will become clear to me. For now, I'm only guessing.