to make up for his hysterical crying archive/silicon-jest
Will tipped the girl thirty dollars to make up for his hysterical crying, and left the salon [...]
Will tipped the girl thirty dollars to make up for his hysterical crying, and left the salon [...]
[...] The sense of Asian men was of conspicuous arbitrariness in a culture of the special. Whose social modes of being had been enshrined in national policy: internment and exclusion. Conforming yet abnormal. Another and an Other. [...]
[...] she moved her soap, pillow, blanket, and toothbrush to the office. At this stage, she would not let the scale of her concerns be diminished by piddling twenty-something drama. Only sacrifice mattered now.
[...] "These are just horoscopes for people who went to college."
"You're actually right," Vanya said. "Horoscopes get you thinking."
Vanya went quiet as she worked toward inbox zero, leaving Will to quietly process the everyday aggressions of the word actually.
_This hag has not left Will's apartment in 3 weeks. It's your basic hardwood-&-whitewash affair, screaming realtor from every sconce & track light. Big round glass table, daybed, lounge chair so overstuffed it leans you forward. Huge flat-screen on the wall where portraits of ancestors might have o…