when everyone had their cameras pointed at Timothee Chalamet, i pulled four dvds out of my pocket, including Ronald Bronstein’s “Frownland”, Josh was shocked, as he was leaving the stage, he pointed at me and said, “hey! you’re the guy who brought all my movies!”
So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed
It would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed
It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.
Keats's haunting epitaph, I learned today, came from his repeatedly recalling a line from a Stuart comedy while listening, sick and dying, to the nearby fountain in Rome: