This document is a collection of images referenced in “Suey Park and the Afterlife of Twitter.” It will be constantly updated with more as the series progresses.
All images are screencaps from public Instagram and Twitter accounts.
This document is a collection of images referenced in “Suey Park and the Afterlife of Twitter.” It will be constantly updated with more as the series progresses.
All images are screencaps from public Instagram and Twitter accounts.
For me, there’s a link between the brute reality of Tamas (as I recall it, and there is some irony in that) and the sugary puffiness of Patty Duke: the connective tissue between what we imagine, what we know, what we wish we knew, and what we would like to imagine.

It was vivid in its recreation of period interiors, and yet those were what felt distracting: there was too much attention paid to giving attention to detail.

Call me a classicist, but years of reading novels tells me when something is off.

Even as a kid, I loved that first, heady rush of anticipation I experienced with every one of them.

In Mr. Holmes, we are prompted to ask: What happens to old people who are alone? To be specific, what happens to people whose solitude comes about because the gifts they have or the wounds they bear make it difficult for them to inhabit the world as others might?

I’m seeing a lot of pompous windbags on the purported left complain about how some of are just too “ultraleft.”

There was actually a brief period in winter when I fell into a deep funk, found myself crying on the phone with a friend, and seriously considered giving up writing for good, because just getting people to even respond to pleas for payment had become so dispiriting.

The problem here is that greed is situated as an emotional and cultural value, rather than as what it is: a structural component of capitalism.
