Totally What’s Happening
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The Stuff From Before
Isn’t that what every marriage is, anyway? Just a lengthy game of he-said, she-said?
—Gillian Flynn/Gone Girl
Good things from today:
I sometimes wonder if that is at the root of his distaste for me: He’s let me see his shortcomings, and he hates me for knowing them.
—Gillian Flynn/Gone Girl
It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream – making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams….
—Joseph Conrad/Heart of Darkness
“So you used to know everything?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Everybody did. I told you. It’s nothing special, knowing how things work. And you really do have to give it all up if you want to play.”
—Neil Gaiman/The Ocean At The End Of The Lane
Here it is nearing the end of March. In just a mere handful of days it will be April and the rapid acceleration of time is no better way to show me how I keep making choices and making choices and seeming to get nowhere.
I love stories where people talk about making a change instantly. I think lots of people like those stories. How great is it to think you will look at your life and suddenly decide that you are ready for change.
I always seem to be sneaking up on change, tracking, but never really changing. I can’t wait for change to be something I’m good at, or at least I can’t wait to be that changed person all full of self love and respect. Sneaking up on it is still likely better than just waiting for change to happen around me.
I saw no one wearing a Bill Clinton Rape shirt, despite the many vendors outside offering them at a reduced price. The Rape shirts seem to have been a miscalculation on Alex and Stone’s part. People don’t want to wear shirts with RAPE written in big letters on them, even if they’re underneath a picture of Bill Clinton.
—Jon Ronson/The Elephant in the Room: A Journey into the Trump Campaign and the “Alt-Right”