I distinctly remember drinking an entire pot one night.
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The world I knew was only one of the worlds contained within my little globe.
The whole thing was a real exercise in accelerated bildungsroman.
The first time I drove into the parking lot of my high school as a summer employee rather than a student, I almost threw up.
The parsing of words is no minor squabble. It has real-world implications in terms of policy and people’s lives.
Brutalism just deserves some sympathy.
I felt like I was leaving a piece of my soul in Boston, in Orchard House, in the bookstores, in the North Bridge Inn in Concord.
Honestly, I have a plethora of metaphors to explore already: Satan can seem to bring light to the world but that isn’t the true light! Exposing things to the daylight makes them less dangerous! Capitalism makes people operate in a scarcity model which hinders progress!
Too many fluffernutters will make you queasy.
In The Color Purple by Alice Walker, Shug tells Celie, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”