Let’s write a postapocalyptic play, set it here, ferry our audiences in. The stage version of A Canticle for Leibowitz—well, anyway, I can dream.
"What’s your greatest struggle right now?"
“Trying to put together a new dresser from IKEA.”
I have been staring at this picture for entirely too long, trying to figure out if I went to high school with this girl.
I saw this girl on the train today sitting between relatives (not parents, aunt and uncle maybe?) talking about how the man’s phone looks like a TI-84+ Silver Edition. I didn’t ask her if we went to high school together (though there was some serious mutual eyeballing after I ragequit another fire emblem campaign — could’ve been recognition but it’s also distinctly possible that I’m hot these days??) but I was holding out for her to mention her calculus teacher’s name when the other women mentioned hers. they got off at 59th though and I can’t believe I had to hunt so far into your backlog to find this post (July??! I remember, offhand, a fucking tumblr post from July?!???!??!)
(a) Tim, you’re the best, (b) running into high school acquaintances (or nonacquaintances) is definitely one of the worst parts of still living in New York, (c) it’s definitely her; about a month or two after I saw this photo, her LinkedIn profile popped up on the side of the page (on one of the approximately four occasions I have ever attempted to use my LinkedIn) and this was her profile photo, so.
Also, I mean, “talking about how the man’s phone looks like a TI-84+ Silver Edition” definitely should have been a tipoff about where she went to high school, though god knows there were nerds who didn’t go to school with us.