During the day, life stood stolid, gray and oblivious. But at night, heaven came in the cracks.
Riding still, out of the roaring night into a pallid day of sidewalks and beggars with the past rising through their eyes.
worker misclassification—the risible fiction that “gig economy” workers, whose every movement is scripted in fine detail by their employers, are actually “independent contractors”
people sought sophisticated explanations in terms of revolutionary psychology, by which the disgraced leaders, now with no hope, calumnied themselves solely to collaborate in the development of socialism
When I began to write seriously, I was obsessed with the idea that my Italian should be calqued on dialect, because as I sensed the fake quality of the language used by the majority of writers
