In this collection’s finest work, Levy’s sentences are cold poetry of a sort. She deals individual cards rather than handles an entire deck. Her stories are vignettes, and the observations whoosh past your ears: “We wouldn’t be collectivizing the Adderall sector”; on drugs, “I could dig a hole to China and save the Uyghurs”;
Ah yes, I remember when this was making the rounds due to the New York Times' mission to profile every single loser fail child of this scene
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Dimes Square
Link for the curious: https://archive.ph/mFH0d
from that article:
who the fuck is this person. They suck.