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Love this man’s songwriting

"Greenspan’s pronouncements on rates were so comically runic that even the thickness of his briefcase became a market indicator on CNBC: If it looked well-stuffed on his way into the office, that supposedly meant he was preparing an argument that rates must go up (in truth, Greenspan later wrote in his memoirs, all it meant was that he’d packed his lunch that day)."

Politico

I suppose it should follow that I am happier in pragmatic England than idealist Manhattan, but I can’t honestly say that this is so. You don’t come to live here unless the delusion of a reality shaped around your own desires isn’t a strong aspect of your personality. “A reality shaped around your own desires”—there is something sociopathic in that ambition.

It is also a fair description of what it is to write fiction. And to live in a city where everyone has essentially the same tunnel vision and obsessive focus as a novelist is to disguise your own sociopathy among the herd. Objectively all the same limits are upon me in Manhattan as they are in England. I walk a ten-block radius every day, constrained in all the usual ways by domestic life, reduced to writing about whatever is right in front of my nose. But the fact remains that here I do write, the work gets done.

Even if my Manhattan productivity is powered by a sociopathic illusion of my own limitlessness, I’m thankful for it, at least when I’m writing. There’s a reason so many writers once lived here, beyond the convenient laundromats and the take-out food, the libraries and cafés. We have always worked off the energy generated by this town, the money-making and tower-building as much as the street art and underground cultures. 

Zadie Smith 

True Detective - Rust & Martin Car Conversation Scene (HD)

People want to share memories, pass on wisdoms and keepsakes, connect with loved ones, and to make some last contributions to the world.”

Atul Gawande  

"As everyone learns in their first creative writing class, putting line breaks in the middle of declarative sentences does not poetry make."
- Brian Moylan