The Art of Dying | The New Yorker
His charisma bleached the identities of his five children.
She was, and remains, a constant reader without a trace of intellectual curiosity.
Still, people I know will roll their eyes—same old Peter!—at how little of their deserved shrift they’re receiving from me here as, alone, I linger again with my lifelong lover: you, reader.
Advice to aspiring youth: in New York, the years that you spend as a nobody are painful but golden, because no one bothers to lie to you. The moment you’re a somebody, you have heard your last truth.
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jour·nal n. A personal record of occurrences, experiences, and reflections kept on a regular basis; a diary.
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95. We are waking up and linking to each other. We are watching. But we are not waiting.
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