Hi all! Long time no Stack. Nonetheless, this overdue missive is going to be disappointingly short, for two reasons. The first is that, now that it’s possible for me to embrace/lick/breath on real, sweaty human beings, I want to get the fuck off the internet. During the pandemic, I was under the completely erroneous impression that I was doing fine and remaining sane, relative to many people I know who seemed to me to be doing less than fine and becoming more and more insane. In a limited way, I was right. I didn’t shave my head, have public meltdown, or even file any pieces more than a few weeks late. But now that I’m vaccinated and able to spend lots of time in the company of human bodies—HUMAN BODIES, EXHALING LITTLE PHLEGMY PARTICLES—I realize that I was in fact completely insane, paranoid, and miserable in quarantine. I’m sure that I would’ve felt bad and sad about how people reacted to (and dare I suggest, misread) my piece about sanctimony literature at any time, but I felt MUCH worse about it, and became almost delusionally convinced of the career-endingness of it all, because my entire quarantined life was so extremely, exclusively online. To put a Wittgensteinian twist on it, the limits of my timeline were the limits of my world. It completely warped me: to this day, I still whimperingly apologize for the cancelability of such outrageous takes as “I like Rawls, actually.” Basically, I am in want of dramatic, offline re-socialization, and I intend to seek one.
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