Taylor Swift jokes aside, I find my sartorial cravings this fall heavily inclined towards anything red. Bright yet deep—reds you can’t miss, reds you can’t write off as maroon or burgundy—no, RED.
In The New Yorker’s most recent Summer Fiction Issue, they asked some awesome writers, including Joshua Ferris, Miranda July, and Rachel Kushner to write short essays on the topic “My Old Flame.” They were so wonderful, and after a long writing drought, they inspired me to hurriedly write my own.
“…and I am not your transitional phrase.” Quick thoughts on love, and what it’s not.
The problem with passion is that it often trumps logic—shrouding the fact that the two parties involved actually have little-to-nothing in common, and that their immense sexual energy is built upon a love-you-and-hate-you back and forth that is not sustainable in a long-term relationship.
“Our conscious self is drawn to the positive qualities we yearn for, but our unconscious draws us to the qualities which hurt us the most as children.” And more on why we often continue to pursue those people who are totally wrong for us…
Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws. – Anais Nin People are endlessly musing on love and […]