Everyone at this conference kept invoking loneliness and claiming the antidote was conversation. That didn’t track with my own experience. My most desperate moments of loneliness have been in conversation: on a Hinge date, doomed but persisting as a form of protocol. At a publishing party, surrounded by people who look and talk like me, all of us a little drunk but maintaining our nervous, manic professionalism.
Considering how many attendees were probably recent crypto enthusiasts…
“thin, sort of stretched, like butters scraped over too much bread.”
Edit: Even though a news worthy amount of dumb shit happens in Tennessee on the reg, I’ve been smug about the fact that at least this flavor of reified dystopia is something that happens over yonder on the west coast. After reading this article I feel violated, like someone broke into my house and defiled it while I was on vacation.
A+ writing softened the blow. (except the parts about the Holocaust, old folks, and dogs. That was grim as hell)
Considering how many attendees were probably recent crypto enthusiasts…
“thin, sort of stretched, like butters scraped over too much bread.”
Edit: Even though a news worthy amount of dumb shit happens in Tennessee on the reg, I’ve been smug about the fact that at least this flavor of reified dystopia is something that happens over yonder on the west coast. After reading this article I feel violated, like someone broke into my house and defiled it while I was on vacation.
A+ writing softened the blow. (except the parts about the Holocaust, old folks, and dogs. That was grim as hell)