Who

I, the restless one; the circler of circles;

Herdsman and roper of stars, who could not capture

The secret of self.

Conrad Aiken, “Tetelestai”

I thought, this second week, I’d be more personal. To be personally revealing is something, by nature, I don’t easily manage outside of private intimacies, yet as a writer, I’m committed to writing about anything, exposing everything to the light, even myself, constrained only by my care for others. A contradiction? They breed in me. In all of us.

I also thought I’d make a small request, since I’m just starting here, building something, I hope. How you build something like a Substack is something you don’t need to concern yourselves with, except that among the many reader-assisted methods is, first, for you to subscribe, second, for you to recommend Homo Vitruvius by yours truly to others. By word of mouth. Sharing a piece on social media. Forwarding by email. “Restacking” it, as they say on this platform – which means to share it on Substack, even …