“Behold: my revelation: I stand at the door in the morning, and lo, there is a newspaper, in sight like unto an emerald. And holy, holy, holy is the coffee, which was, and is, and is to come. And hark, I hear the voice of an angel round about the radio, saying, ‘Since my baby left me I found a new place to dwell.’ And lo, after this I beheld a great multitude, which no man could number, of shoes. And after these things I will hasten unto a taxicab and to a theater, where a ticket will be given unto me, and lo, it will be a matinee, a film that doeth great wonders. And when it is finished, the heavens will open, and out will cometh a rain fragrant as myrrh, and yea, I have an umbrella.”
Take the Cannoli: Stories of the New World / Sarah Vowell
The entire reason I chose Creative Writing as my major, aside from the idealistic notion that one day I’d be wearing an adorable dress while reading excerpts from my wildly popular novel in a packed auditorium, was so I could be a female David Sedaris. Apparently, Sarah Vowell has already filled that position.
WHY EVEN TRY ANYMORE?
P.S. Read this. Now.
I stopped trying. Everyone’s better than me. its ok.
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I stopped trying. Everyone’s better than me. its ok.
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Must add more of her work to my shelves.
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