1. PRESENTS. IT’S NOT that I don’t like them, but… No, actually I do dislike them. I have this split response torn between extremes, the manic and the depression. 2. At first, a gift feels full of possibility – all the possibility in the world. Really I’m talking about here the “idea of a gift.” It’s all expectation and anticipation and that anything could be contained therein, anything that might make me feel connected and loved and, I don’t know, good. I’m sure scientists have studied this and that presents must activate the same part of the brain as heroin. But, there’s the part afterwards when the wrapping paper is torn and the ribbons balled up and whatever was concealed inside is made tangible. Real. Not so full of anything but only one thing.