Ideas I want to write about

what if public libraries were open late every night and we could engage in public life there instead of having to choose between drinking at the bar and domestic isolation

> I think real comfort comes one day when you’re 85, and you realize that through your insecurities and difficulty to trust others, and the jealousy and the anger and the hurt, you still managed to act mostly as the person you were trying to become, in small choices that compounded.