My second piece in The New Yorker is up. Thanks, as always, for reading.
I'm so excited to share that a piece I've had on my heart starting around last April in anticipating this year's World Cup has been published in The New Yorker. You can find it here.
"But what a strange and sad thing life is, isn't it? We have to face the fact that nothing we are able to touch is the real consistency we are searching for, while what does seem to us to be the real consistency of the world we are unable to touch. Beati qui non...
I wrote this as a note to myself last year. Published this year on Father's Day weekend on Modern Loss.
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