We’re not sharing, we are all performance artists now. Or always were. I think Instagram just made it crystal clear for everyone.
Do I subscribe to and read THE NEW YORK REVIEW OF BOOKS faithfully because I independently desire to. Am I actually interested in the publication or do I just want to be the sort of person who would read it.Or do I think such behavior will make me be or appear to be a certain way? What if no one knows? Why doi want the things I want?
Everything we do is cultivating persona. We are all actors. I want to assume the role of the smartest guy in the room, at least in dumber rooms.
I. Think my parents valued that party trick.
Except I think I might actually like nyrb. Not like it independently of my entire brainwashed upbringing, but within that context, I kinda enjoy it.
