I am terrible in emergencies. I love the ocean at night. I spend a few minutes each day regretting my laziness, but do nothing to change it. I create chaos while coveting tidiness. I dream of bright skyscrapers and the beauty of cement sidewalks. I wish I had even the slightest trace of artistic talent. I am superstitious and equally unsure of the existence of God and ghosts. I do believe in retail therapy, however. I don’t know my times tables. I read quickly. I want to overcome my fears without any effort. I open the door, start again.