The wonderful thing about the word ‘essay’–besides that it’s French–is that it’s a verb. It means to try, to experiment, to endeavor. This is something I keep forgetting, how active it is. How an essay is something we pursue — both writers and readers. A feat akin to scrambling over rocks. And it’s also something that changes shape, needing to be defined every time we begin and redefined continually as we move through it.
The essay escapes mastery. It is, merely, an attempt.