I think I'm in love
There is this man in the patio of the starbucks I’m in, IDk if he’s homeless, but I doubt it. He’s put a tent up, and on a sleeping bag on the floor are two beautiful dogs, one white, the other a burnt orange. There’s also a small tabby cat with a striped tail following them around. He keeps pacing back and forth, with a cigarette, or possibly a cigar, burning in his...
He was a furious, even romantic, typist, prone to crescendos, diminuendos, dense...– The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay GODDAMN, Mr. Chabon, tu peux ecrire une phrase!
But everyone knew it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world...– Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay
is paying for the ataraxia of her past with present, persistent, and...– moi
The illusion of depth
For so long, throughout life, I have held onto the consolation, by no means small, that despite my inability to function well in social situations, to be an exceptional student, or an exceptional anything, or even a better-than-average, or better-than-mediocre, anything, there is still Something About Me, something about me, because, as opposed to other people, I am deep. I am deep. But I...
I jut had that terrible recurring nightmare of mine, again, except this time was so much worse, I was in the kitchen with Anna when he video-chatted me, and, as with all of our meetings, I hated it but was also secretly excited, And then he started to undress, which was super weird but also I didn’t want Anna to see and think I was super weird, and then, All of a sudden, another girl...
More likely to get this kind of doctorate than any... →
Things have changed The tables have turned. Because I became the wanting Instead of the wanted. I was found wanting.