Biography and CV

I once dreamed that my whole life‘s work consisted of a pan of beef stew. Nothing but a few fist-sized meatballs with gravy and a side of diced potatoes. It sat cooling on a circular dining room table in the middle of a dim and otherwise nondescript room. I contemplated my utter failure in the company of a stranger, one sympathetic witness standing across the table. I collapsed with the side of my face in the stew and wept uncontrollably.