I have an overwhelming urge to go buy a jigsaw puzzle.


It’s something about those perfect little fits, and how one piece that looks as though – yes – it will be exactly the piece you need winds up having nothing to do with the space you have to fill while the correct one has been resting exactly three and one quarter inches from your right foot the entire time because you dropped it when you first opened the box.


Something about that. Something about how i keep looking for the pieces that fit into parts of my life, but some of the holes seem to be getting plugged up almost by mistake.


It would be nice if the puzzle was pretty, too.