No matter how you come to them, bridges often stand between two very different things. Crossing bridges, burning bridges, even building bridges involves navigating trajectories you may or may not be prepared for. Relationships of all kinds run the gamut of being built, sometimes renovated, and eventually either standing the test of time or burning to the ground. Who assumes the responsibility—the builder or the arsonist? Sometimes they’re one in the same. For worse or for better? With regret or renewed self-worth?
