Sublime

At best, we were social drinkers, but before we knew it there we were, getting cases of natural wine delivered, joining wine clubs. At first, we felt sinful for splitting a bottle of wine each night (“Is this a lot or is it just us being adults?”), and over time opening two bottles became the norm. For the last few years, I’ve basically had a const

To the degree that my quest had an object, that object turned out to be learning to live with uncertainty and incapacity.

“Spending a night out drinking is akin to dismantling every piece of protection we have—our cognition, our decision making, our reaction time, our memory, our standards, our voice. If we thought about alcohol in this way—as something that undermines our collective momentum and personal agency and vitality and self-worth—what would that m

I am susceptible to frivolity. I know this about myself. I love beauty; I am weak to surfaces; I am apt to mistake eccentricity for character. I drink more than I should. I love overdressing; I love staying up past midnight; I love breakfasts at all-night diners, and the Irish coffees you order when you can’t decide whether it’s night or morning.

transgression

had come to understand health as discipline, discipline as punitive, and punitive as a concept that would send me down a rabbit