What is the best thing you’ve ever made?
I put this question, or some version of it, to friends sitting in my cold basement. We are sipping wine and turning philosophical.
Our answers turn us backward, pulling out relics for show and tell. We are older now. I wonder if we’ll always see our best moments in the rear view mirror, glazed over with the false fondness of memory?
Are your greatest achievements in the past or in the future?