Upcoming in the work place: feelings about diaries written for public consumption. The private made public. But as I flip through them, the one feeling I have, overweeningly, is: so what? I could care less about someone else’s diary. However, it’s not fair to the writer. I’m not open right now and I know it. I could care less about someone else’s I when my I feels rife with meaning and history right now. It sucks, too, because it’s so easy to write off the diary as mere women’s words.

Sight Unseen: Birdman 4

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Healing is a small and ordinary and very burnt thing. And it’s one thing and one thing only: it’s doing what you have to do. It’s what I did then and there. I stood up and got into my truck and drove away from a part of my mother.
— Cheryl Strayed, breaking my heart with “The Love of my Life

Recommendations

Elisa Albert, After Birth: A complicated, funny, wicked novel that I can’t help but underline on my second rereading. Sometimes we get the right books in our lives when we are going through some shit, and this book is it for me right now. It is also – how do I put this? – accurate on what it can be like to move to a place that you didn’t choose and how lonely it can be to try to find a friend in that muck. I can’t write about it because I’d sound like a dick (Elisa Albert is not afraid to sound like a dick, it’s great), but I was very lonely when I lived upstate, desperate for friendship, and it’s such a weird feeling. It’s easier to find people that are likeminded enough in cities.

The new Father John Misty album. I love him. 

I’m, like, such a scholar of studying my friends, she says, dipping her toes in the water back at the beach. Just really their intelligence, being social, and knowing how to navigate those situations and being, like, fluent in that. I honestly don’t think there’s a time in your life when you are more intelligent or more interesting than when you are this age.
— Lorde, Elle, October 2014