Old lungs puffing like gills, I beg to be thrown back to boyhood’s clear waters.

I played a male Night Elf druid named Siladan Wintersinger.

They wanted to get married. Something very small. They imagined what they were planning was modern and subversive and uniquely romantic, as if couples haven’t been rushing to courthouses every day for decades and decades.

When my dog and I look at the sky we see haloes and fuzz, our sight clouded by a sameness.

To our benefit, it is an imperfect mirror, covered in scratches and slightly shattered.