Sending encouragement. There are few voices I appreciate more on here. And we never know when our “annus horribulus” will come upon us. Hold on. We’re all precariously balanced these days.

thomas chatterton williams, whose main literary output is three memoirs of declining quality, and who has written the same essay ad nauseam for 10 years, nonetheless has a sinecure at the atlantic, a teaching job at an elite college, and a nice handful of prestigious fellowships