n. a mood totally out of sync with everyone else around you, from Friday night pensiveness to heart-to-heart snark, which is a symptom of emotional jet lag—caused by an inflamed suspicion of togetherness in an age of faceless anonymity—a condition whose only known cure is to perform the zombie dance from Thriller while openly weeping, which would effectively crash and reboot the collective vibe.
"[get] off your ass and giving something that matters. forget the internet. forget anything you can order over the internet. the internet is a gas cloud of binary code — long strings of ones and zeros. don’t give in to the coding."
do you hear that, all you people looking to give me presents? i’m just trying to help you.
“Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.”—John Berger, 1987