“I do think that something of the effect I have on people is to put everything on an edge where they’re both infatuated with a kind of charmingness happening in the person or in the writing, and also flatly terrified by a revelation or acceptance of revelation that’s almost happening, never quite totally happening.”—I want to be unbearable
[…] I don’t want to live in a small town in Kentucky. I know that life’s not for me. But I think about other regions, and cottage industries, and weird little cabins in the woods, and it’s like playing paper dolls. What would I look like with this set of rubber boots? That set of snow tires? What could I accomplish in the middle of nowhere? How would I be different in a different place? […]
Likely to be the same, except with different accessories. And slightly amended anxieties (snow tires, for example, need to be switched on—but how late to wait? And how early to make the appointment? Do I get them mounted on new rims to save the cost of switching altogether? etc.). But I also find this kind of thinking irresistible.