“Dylan never met anyone who wasn’t about to change immediately into someone else. his was a special talent for encountering persons about to shed one identity or disguise for another. He took it in stride by now.”
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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