I Feel Bad About My Neck
Remember The New Yorker . You subscribed because you liked it. Then it taunted you with its endless words, pages and pages demanding to be read. It reminded you of all the time you didn’t have to spend reading The New Yorker . Whenever you glimpsed the growing pile, you felt mild panic. Every time you recycled an unread issue, you felt like a waste... See more
Caroline Cala Donofrio • You Are a Person, Not a Pickle
I’m itching to get to my medical clinic, where there’s always more to do and it always matters. But I’ve learned to resist that impulse.
Jennifer Egan • The Candy House: A Novel
It’s not the act of taking that’s so difficult, it’s more the fear of what other people are going to think when they see us slaving away at our manuscript about the pure transcendence of nature and the importance of self-reliance and simplicity. While munching on someone else’s donut. Maybe it comes back to that same old issue: we just can’t see wh
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