The Desk
These were places where I could imagine anything, be anybody. Space travel was new, fresh, a laboratory of possibility.
These were places where I could imagine anything, be anybody. Space travel was new, fresh, a laboratory of possibility.
What makes someone a likely Substack star is an ability to cultivate one-way, parasocial relationships with readers.
Sometimes irony is a painful awareness of our own absurdity.
When I give myself over to the self-writers I love most, I am transformed.
The pulsating song of billions of seventeen-year cicadas.
Henry James’s fiction shows how aesthetic misjudgments can be connected to moral vice.