This piece captured so beautifully how it feels to be alive right now. That quiet sadness and fear that lingers at the edges of everything. The little sparks of wonder that still break through. I love your writing, and am so grateful for how often I get to read it ❤️!
"The whole world was on fire, and here I was just doing the tidy business of capitalism." I have thought this (much less poetically) almost daily for the past 2 years.
First of all, this is so beautiful--thank you for this very rich gift of a Manhattan afternoon/evening. & second--are you telling me there's an edition of The Custom of the Country with an intro by you? I can have Undine Spragg with your insights??? Be still, my heart. Yeah, I'll probably pick.uo the Fiction one, too.
“I felt a real fondness for them though of course they were strangers.” I had the same feeling yesterday walking home after watching the parade for a bit. For just a few minutes, we all recognized that we were all in this together.
Yes. The last two months have pushed me to the point of screaming into a pillow when I hit my quota of news orgs referring to people who get abortions as only “women” every other second. Also post top surgery, I have really struggled with public transphobia-induced agoraphobia now that people are clocking me. First time in 20 years I felt at home in my body, and I’m scared of people seeing it.
This took my breath away... the city at dusk, the way the train moves, your talk with your friend, the lachrymose vibe we are all suspended in. Makes want to write to Scriabin all weekend. Thank you for this quiet gem.
This piece captured so beautifully how it feels to be alive right now. That quiet sadness and fear that lingers at the edges of everything. The little sparks of wonder that still break through. I love your writing, and am so grateful for how often I get to read it ❤️!
"The whole world was on fire, and here I was just doing the tidy business of capitalism." I have thought this (much less poetically) almost daily for the past 2 years.
Thanks for the transportation to early Summer Manhattan. I needed that.
First of all, this is so beautiful--thank you for this very rich gift of a Manhattan afternoon/evening. & second--are you telling me there's an edition of The Custom of the Country with an intro by you? I can have Undine Spragg with your insights??? Be still, my heart. Yeah, I'll probably pick.uo the Fiction one, too.
I had a similar subway-doomed errand and walk last evening in Manhattan. Similarly tired, sad, and fearful. It’s nice to know I wasn’t alone.
Loved this
“I felt a real fondness for them though of course they were strangers.” I had the same feeling yesterday walking home after watching the parade for a bit. For just a few minutes, we all recognized that we were all in this together.
This dude is a weasel who repeatedly instigated a pile-on on a disabled person.
Love all of your posts.
Yes. The last two months have pushed me to the point of screaming into a pillow when I hit my quota of news orgs referring to people who get abortions as only “women” every other second. Also post top surgery, I have really struggled with public transphobia-induced agoraphobia now that people are clocking me. First time in 20 years I felt at home in my body, and I’m scared of people seeing it.
This took my breath away... the city at dusk, the way the train moves, your talk with your friend, the lachrymose vibe we are all suspended in. Makes want to write to Scriabin all weekend. Thank you for this quiet gem.