People. People. People.

On humans' humanity. Well, really, on my humanity.

I’ve decided to re-ignite my habit of enjoying people.

I used to find humans puzzling but excellent, surprising and amusing, warming and curious. I had an endless appetite for finding out what made them the way they were. I quizzed bus drivers. I let people on airplanes use me as a confessional. I said “hm” at the appropriate time in conversations at the…

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