Years ago I read The Fellowship of the Ring to my kids before bed. Hobbits were fine. The Nazgûl were terrifying but manageable. A dark lord forging a ring to dominate the world? Surprisingly easy for kids to track. Then Tom Bombadil showed up, and they immediately knew something was wrong. Not scary wrong. Not villain wrong. Just… off. They kept asking the same question: “Why is he here?” That is exactly the right reaction. Bombadil feels like he walked... Read more















The End of Suspension of Disbelief
Somewhere in the last stretch of months, my suspension of disbelief quietly died. No shattering breakdown. No dark night of the soul. It didn’t even leave a note. One day it was propping up the future with hopeful scaffolding, and the next — nothing. Just a clean, cold absence. And strangely? It didn’t feel like a crisis. It felt like waking up without the fog. There’s a moment in deconstruction where you stop wrestling with the old stories and simply... Read more