"and the whole thing felt like the odyssey on mute. we're all lost. we're all trying to get home but there's no more home. only atmospheres, scenes, temporary illusions of anchoring."
"I'm in Bushwick 28F and would maybe like to do a once a month gathering, anything classic/lindy ie. Moby Dick, the Odyssey, Anna Karenina, Faulkner, Nabokov, etcetera."