when u say a really clever comeback without stuttering
As dumb as it sounds,
What I really want
Is to see you
And hear you say,
"Let’s put our record collections together."
Does that make sense to anyone at all?
He’s reached the end of being Finch. Of being Crossley. He’s reached the end, and he has no idea who or what he will be next.
Rakoff was a practitioner of a kind of writing that can sometimes seem to have become ubiquitous somewhere between Usenet and Twitter, because everyone thinks they can do it: blistering, unforgiving, yes-I-said-it cultural criticism, dark and mad. But with Rakoff, everything bounced off a deeply human way of looking at other people — after all, it’s only that humanity that makes your anger and your melancholy mean anything.
Remembers it all
Forgets it all.