life through the lens of cool
I’ve always thought that life only feels real when I’m doing new things. I used to describe it as “I only feel alive in the summertime,” but eventually I realized that was because the summer was when I did the most new things. Especially when I was younger—by the time I turned 16, I was…
This morning, the big question I can’t answer has to do with authenticity (once again). But it’s less about the way I present myself than it is about the fact that I present a specific version of myself to certain people. I genuinely feel like a mannequin that curates her own display based on who…
I’ve been postponing my own grand opening for some time now. I guess I’ve been moving in silence, as they say. After all, I don’t have much to actually unveil. I know I’ll have patrons, supporters, shareholders—whatever the neutral term for “endorsement” might be. The problem is not that I’m doing it alone, it’s that…
