[b]Colson Whitehead
One of my dinner companions invited me on a strip-club excursion. I demurred, spoiled by the erotic revues of Anhedonia, where the performers remain fully clothed but get emotionally naked, delivering monologues about their top-shelf disappointments, and times when they were almost happy. Hard to enjoy American-style strip clubs after that. Once you go bleak, you never go back.[/b]
Next up: The whores of Mensa.
On one end there was who you were before you went underground, and on the other end a new person steps out into the light.
For some of us, darker than ever.
The Four Questions? As put forth by Mettleheim:
How did this happen?
How could this happen?
Is it exceptional?
How will it be avoided in the future?
Or [of course] how can we make it happen more often.
I have a good poker face because I am half dead inside.
Next up: Learning to play poker.
She has always considered herself an atheist, not realizing she had a religion.
Worshipping No God for example.
All men are created equal, unless we decide you are not a man.
And half of us actually aren’t.