It's really uncanny how our fears always manage to keep pace with and often leapfrog our accomplishments. Our fears are a little like the 6 local train that we see zooming past from the window of the 4 express. We should be well ahead of them, but somehow there they are.
I imagine this kind of thing may be especially tormenting given the contemporary moment. Sometimes I look around and realize that our culture abounds in beautifully art directed, carefully curated objects that don't have a lot of actual meaning. Most of it is there as backdrop or as a way to point towards something else. So, you pour yourself into something, thinking, "this won't be fake. Good or bad, it will be an honest expression of who I am." And then you notice a minor mistake and wonder if it really is.
What a wonderful essay, my dear, delightful daughter. Thank you!
It's really uncanny how our fears always manage to keep pace with and often leapfrog our accomplishments. Our fears are a little like the 6 local train that we see zooming past from the window of the 4 express. We should be well ahead of them, but somehow there they are.
I imagine this kind of thing may be especially tormenting given the contemporary moment. Sometimes I look around and realize that our culture abounds in beautifully art directed, carefully curated objects that don't have a lot of actual meaning. Most of it is there as backdrop or as a way to point towards something else. So, you pour yourself into something, thinking, "this won't be fake. Good or bad, it will be an honest expression of who I am." And then you notice a minor mistake and wonder if it really is.
I look forward to reading the book.
Yes, just so! Hope you love the novel. Will be curious as to whether you consider it satire…
Yea! My copy of Portrait has the typo! (I love your substack.)
Mine does too haha (and thank you)