no. 46 ON SARTORIAL SELF-RESPECT
staring contests, the costs of everything, love that makes you fit it all in the car
Hello cherubs.
It’s 72 degrees in Brooklyn today; the daffodils, weakened from a late frost, are making their second attempt. This letter took shape after the collision of many disparate personal events: my yearly re-reading of Joan Didion’s 1961 essay On Self-Respect, a first reading of Shiela Heti’s ‘How Should A Person Be?’, a dream on the dawn of my …
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