My taste often deviates from many. I am not a willing contrarian. I’m just kind of weird. I possess no real frustration over this because art is something subjective, but it scares me. It scares me that I’m missing something, that everyone else is on a wavelength that I can’t harmonize with, that for all the books I have in me, none of them will ev... See more

This is what it felt like to not belong: the anxiety, the constant low-level wariness, trying to avoid that shame Jack felt when it was revealed to him that he’d been doing something horribly crude, or thinking something horribly shallow. Like this photograph, which was apparently perpetuating violent American dominance, and here he’d thought it wa

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