Some time here, some time there, adding up to something. This is often how I think about days, life generally, because for the most part it is impossible to know what will come of anything—outcomes and incomes and everybody is always leaving. We cannot know what we add up to, and other people aren't always a reliable measure of adding-up either, which makes one feel at times like a collection of disparate ingredients, impossible to know what can be made of them. We like to think that we are moving decisively, and independently, towards a particular moment, or event, or person, or reality, when in fact we form just one tiny, tiny part of a monstrously large and complicated sum—the sum of everyone, the sum of everything.