This post was originally published in 2021 as part of my old newsletter.
Ode to Joan Didion (1934–2021)
We tell ourselves stories in order to live. The princess has caged a butterfly in her fingers. The man walks into a classroom with a gun. The woman feels naked but isn’t or is virtually naked in a virtual background from a photograph she never took. We …
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