Well, friends, here we are, in what they call interesting/crazy/insane times. Here I am, at least; you have your own Here. A There! Yet one blurs into the other—your There contains (metaphysically as well as orthographically) my Here, which can be everywhere. Confused? Welcome to my wonderful life.
Is it a lonely life? Isolated? Without colleagues, friends, kinfolk, skinfolk? Never. While I love my toys, Ripley is, and has always been, a person of the people. Ask my quantum trivia team, my space-ska band (Skarthur C. Clarke for life), or my niece Sheniece. But lean closer—careful, don’t bump your head—and I’ll tell you a secret, from one Here to another: All of these relationships, these pastimes and pursuits and pleasures, take place at what’s come to be called—somewhat regrettably—a “social…
