Empty: An Essay on Listening & Being

I’m currently in the middle of an ugly case of writer’s block. It’s like one of those bad dreams where you’re at the start of an Olympic race and the gun cracks but your legs don’t move. Or you’re on the foul line at the end of a tied basketball game and suddenly realize you forgot to wear socks. Everything I write sounds funny to me, like someone else wrote it and I have the unfortunate task of cleaning up...