July 2012
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“Dylan never met anyone who wasn’t about to change immediately into someone...”
– The Fortress of Solitude, Jonathan Lethem
There should be a word for this, the sensation of always arriving at a party just as everyone is about to leave, the fear that you’ll never be in the right place at the right time, that you’re always playing catch-up and losing.
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“The team was broken up and with my father dead there was no one with whom I...”
– Roger Kahn, The Boys of Summer 