I can’t explain it but when all the cars just quietly move aside for an ambulance it makes me weirdly emotional. I actually find it really quite beautiful.
literary fiction today is like, “I suddenly
made a U turn. I didn’t know what I was doing. I pulled through the Sonic drive-thru window and ordered 11 cheeseburgers. I drove off without paying. In Mythologies, Roland Barthes says that the bourgeoisie are a joint-stock company,