I don't ask that question often but I really do wonder where I am. Or when? Maybe when. I spent too many hours today watching catch-up episodes of a TV series that had been recommended to me by someone whose judgement I respect. Well, la di dah. (Is that how you spell that?) Maybe it was an overdose but I felt totally disoriented by the time it finished. This is not the world I grew up in. There, that's her age speaking, you say. Well, yes, I guess it is. I still have a moral compass and the needle was spinning as I watched this show. I have to think about this, about my naiveté and about others' cynicism, not to say callousness. I'm a writer but I can't write like that. So maybe my question is not where am I but where is my audience? Or who? And when am I going to do something about it? Is it too late?