There was a romance to that analog era, an ardency, an otherness that is missing in the post-Empire digital age where everything has ultimately come to feel disposable.
Well, I’m sorry.” I smile. “I’m having problems.
It moved me away from the narcissism of childhood and into the world’s mysteries – the unexplained, the taboo, the other – and drew me closer to a place of understanding and acceptance.
Everything has been degraded by what the sensory overload and the supposed freedom-of-choice technology has brought to us, and, in short, by the democratization of the arts.
If I often wished the world were a different place, I also knew – and horror movies helped reinforce this – that it never would be, a realization that in turn led me to a mode of acceptance.
We seem to have entered precariously into a kind of totalitarianism that actually abhors free speech and punishes people for revealing their true selves. In other words: the actor’s dream.
Feelings aren’t facts and opinions aren’t crimes and aesthetics still count – and the reason I’m a writer is to present an aesthetic, things that are true without always having to be factual or immutable.
How can I tell McDermott that this is a very disjointed time of my life and that I notice the walls have been painted a bright, almost painful white and under the glare of the fluorescent lights they seem to pulse and glow.
This was sending me out so much further than I had ever expected: a place beyond strength.
God, the name Susan is so ugly. It reminds me of the word sinus.
I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at The Four Seasons in twenty minutes anyway,” I lie, standing up. “I have to go too.
She immediately moves into me and says she is sorry and then she’s guiding me toward the bedroom and this is the way I always wanted the scene to play out and then it does and it has to because it doesnt really work for me unless it happens like this.
This is reality, and as my loathsome brother Sean would say, I have to deal with it. The.
It’s really weird and I’m experiencing a spontaneous kind of internal sensation, I feel I’m moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.
It’s a world where getting stoned is the only option.
She’s simply another girl who has gotten by on her looks – her currency in this world – and it will not be fun to watch her grow old.
I never liked anyone and I’m afraid of people.
It was always the A booth. It was always the front seat of the roller coaster. It was never “Let’s not get the bottle of Cristal.
Like these girls care,” Price snorts. “When I tell them what my annual income is, believe me, my behavior couldn’t matter less.
Cactus pear.” “Cactus fruit,” Evelyn corrects.