Illustrations by teo zamudio
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Drugs, music, and sex don’t offer Dionysian climax; they’re more like quickly-depleting power-ups: “I was starting to view parties as an infinitely renewable resource, like I could skip one and all that would do is make ten more appear. Still, it was comforting to know that parties were there if I needed them to be there, like a low-hanging fruit.”Pleasure is a difficult game, or dozens of simultaneous difficult games, none of which appears to be more or less important than any other, the rules and objectives of which have been obscured. “Maybe I didn’t want to live in a city so much as observe one from a close distance, like in Sim City,” he observes.Obviously, the pixelated worldview Thomas has inherited makes serious romantic relationships with “impenetrable three-dimensional emotion factories” (i.e. “actual people”) a challenge. He is both deeply lonely and averse to contact. Despite all the self-loathing, he wishes he “could just drink something and feel loved, the same way I can drink tea and feel awake.” When communication becomes instantaneous and ubiquitous, we want our slow bodies and hearts to catch up.Relationships with others are opened, lightly skimmed, maybe bookmarked (but probably not), and closed
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- Name a time of the day and I have eaten cereal at it.
- On Facebook, a status update from Romy informed me that she had completed her degree with lackluster grades and was now looking for a rideshare to New York.
- I thought, ‘I don’t want to make an effort, that sounds like so much effort.’