“[A] quiet, dark, air-conditioned house in which I didn’t even recognize loneliness as loneliness, it was so familiar to me.”
Jonathan Franzen in a nice piece in The New Yorker, “Countdown”
“[A] quiet, dark, air-conditioned house in which I didn’t even recognize loneliness as loneliness, it was so familiar to me.”
Jonathan Franzen in a nice piece in The New Yorker, “Countdown”