i am kay. i love things. i love language and the mountain goats and football players and the noble em dash and doric columns and ripe avocados and the history of type face. the writing of pithy descriptions is not an area in which i excel.
Jonathan Safran Foer was sitting at a Chipotle one day, when he realized that he had nothing to do while noshing on his burrito. He had neglected to bring a book or magazine, and he didn’t yet own a smartphone. “I really just wanted to die with frustration,” Foer told VF Daily.
cryyyiinnnggg over this beautiful comedy writing
like, remember how much we made fun of all the jonathans back in like 2009??? and now they’ve grown and matured and become so much more terrible in such rich new ways! more than i ever could’ve even hoped for, truly