Got distracted by a park
There’s this park I like to go to just north of Houston Street and west of Broadway. We call it “the Soviet park” because it’s in the courtyard between two...
Got distracted by the archive
Several times a week, I think, “I gotta check the archive.” By this I mean, “search my gmail.”Everything is there; I don’t delete anything, just mark it as...
Got distracted by an emergency plan
Sometimes I like to think: What would I do if something bad happened?I don’t like to dwell on the particulars of what the something bad could be. I’ve been...
Got distracted by "xx"
When I first moved to New York, there was a brief period where I came in contact with a few people whose main greeting was kissing you on the cheeks, like...
Got distracted by interiors
The aesthetic of the apartment that I share with my boyfriend Matt is friendly animals. I only realized this recently, that we had an aesthetic, and it has...
Got distracted by minibreaks
I spend a lot of time searching for a perfect escape from New York City. I’ve been doing this for years. How many hours have I spent reading lists of hidden...
Got distracted by the timeline
Every so often I get distracted by the project of matching a year to a memory, of making a timeline.There are only a few years I remember off hand. 1984, the...
Got distracted by Russian oral histories
I watched the HBO series Chernobyl a few months ago, and found it sufficiently diverting. But after it was over, I wanted to know more about the regular...
Got distracted by passive income
Several years ago I had an idea for a website called the Breakup Site. It would be very simple: a single page listing links to advice columns and personal...
Got distracted by dachas
There’s a scene in Luca Guadagnino’s remake of Suspiria in which the psychoanalyst Klemperer, played as an old man by Tilda Swinton in heavy makeup, takes a...