"There was something immodest about her modesty; it announced itself."
- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah
It was the natural order of things… all things must die.
watch this film if you like slow and sad and beautiful stories: the fall.
"Sometimes I have trouble remembering what a son of a bitch he was."
Scottie Lanahan on her father, F Scott Fitzgerald
Scottie the Daughter of pg 276
Every year since I’ve turned 20, the day before my birthday is painful. It’s strange, to feel like you’re hopelessly far behind at a relatively young age. I thought 22 seemed old last year. Tomorrow I’ll be 23, and that seems so much older.
Last year, my life was akin to a high-speed roller coaster that hadn’t passed any safety regulations but was flinging me around regardless. This year, it’s a lot slower—but that stresses me out too. I’m impatient; that’s it. I want more, and I want it now.
I have a couple of different freelance assignments I should be working on tonight, but instead I’m re-reading Hamlet and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. I’m also reading the script of Mad Men’s pilot episode and stories from B.J. Novak’s One More Thing.
Feeling a little calmer.
Lviv, Ukraine (by Andriy Prokopenko)
Important stuff about me: most of my family lives in Silesia now, which is in the southwest part of Poland, but before the World War II, my family lived in this area of Ukraine for ages. We still spoke Polish, of course, because the people were Polish even though Poland was technically not a country for awhile.
Anyway, I’d do anything to visit, although right now might not be the most opportune time.