An awful, awful thing. I hate it. You can’t get used to it, and it never gets easier. Saying goodbye. The word in itself doesn’t make any sense; how can a “bye” be good? 412 more words
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It’s pretty much unspoken in the twenty-first century that any book or collection of stories about being, essentially, a fuck-up with no concrete life direction is going to be highly desirable reading material to most audiences in their 20s and 30s. 1,666 more words
Photo of a church I used to walk by daily in Greenwich Village.
Today, I walked into my (now empty) studio apartment in the Village to tidy a few last things up before finally giving the keys over so that they could find their way to its new inhabitant come July. 1,934 more words