One night, I retired to bed as an unbalanced person. For weeks, a reinvigorated personality was emerging, along with a renewed purpose of being. Thoughts raced and conflicting streams of consciousness tried to ruin the narrative of the transformation of a once broken and lost human being. But as is the case when one truly…
A version of this essay appears in my essay collection, Cloud Pieces. Long ago, the Roman Senate was the epicenter of imperial governance. It was a swirling vortex of ambition and intrigue. Clad in the trappings of their station, these men of power engaged in ceaseless political maneuvering. Their voices echoed through the Senatorial chambers,…