IT’S SWEATER WEATHER, YOU GUYS. (A reflection on hugs, a theology of closeness, and the most sort-of-suggestive song I’ve ever written.)
I have a picture in a book. It’s for the Learning to Love You More project, an experiment of Harrell Fletcher and Miranda July.
What is it that makes people want to voluntarily share bits of their privacy with the world? What is that impels someone to toss into a swirl of bits and bytes all of the pain they hold, the random musings, the very love they make?