I love the essay—condensing a thought, experience, and observation, whether epic or merely neutral, is one of my favorite things. Baird Brightman quotes EB White here. The problem with most writers, including myself, is that not everything we write is worth two seconds of another human beings time. That doesn’t harm the essay. Far from it. It just means you have two writing lives: one private, and one public. To reframe Aristotle in a completely different direction, only a beast or a god can make everything they write public and get away with it.