People are surprisingly receptive to feedback they’ve never heard before. I got away with describing someone’s polite laughter as hackneyed, they seemed more pensive than wounded but what do I know
Every day my life is handed to me like an object which may have been roadkill at some point but is not presently identifiable as such being presented to a parent by a grinning toddler, the implications beginning to dawn on both as they reciprocate expressions of horror
I was blown away when I learned about facades. It confirmed an intimation I’d harboured, that things could be other than what they seemed. I see creatures of my own private consciousness out on the streets with names etched on collars fastened around their necks. Ghosts, I think?
if you're born in new york, you can never experience the true new york, the thing that makes people consider it the greatest city in the world, in the same way those born rich never know the value of a dollar. you can only experience everywhere else as impoverished of its unique energy. native new yorkers know this and so out of envy despise those who love their city most.