[T]his is a compelling, propulsive memoir about a shocking separation, but also, and honestly in more ways, it’s a vacation. the taste on display here! the subtle elegance of these name drops and trust funds cannot be learned, only acquired over generations of being american royalty.
Sending love to you and the kids. These responses, though kind, felt distancing, a turning away when I had flung my doors wide open. I had never thought about this before—how a closed-ended response, no matter how well-intentioned, can feel like an ending—the declining of an invitation to engage.
This is real, this is me
It was like on a Thursday in December. Yeah. And I knew that I had nothing else. And I ended it. And the next day, I cannot explain to you. I could not think. I said it at the time, I missed me. I could not, I couldn’t speak. I was done. I was complete, my, I had used all available compassion. Your cup empt[ied].
But there’s satisfaction in the struggle. The writing process is how I refine and formalize inchoate ideas and gain new understanding. By evaluating my arguments and discarding those that aren’t convincing, I find the ones that are. Writing is hard because the writer is learning. If AI eliminates the challenge, it also eliminates the learning.
Any man can make mistakes, but only an idiot persists in his error
We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented.