"No one calls and after a while you feel pleased with how long it has been since the last time you thought about how long it had been since somebody called. You can’t remember when you last remembered. You must really be good at living like this. And its just as well because when the phone rings by this time, even when it’s a wrong number, a hang-up or a telemarketer, you don’t want to speak to anyone. You’re in no fit state to speak to anyone. It’s not even a matter of sobriety. Even sober, you’re in no fit state to speak to anyone. You’re out of practice. When you do have to speak to someone, you have trouble. You have to practice the words and the tone of the small talk and it always sounds stilted. You’re either too vague or too focused or too polite. The person serving you looks at you strangely and you know you’ve done it badly. You can’t do it anymore."
i want to know you but that’s too risky
baking desserts compulsively
food always comes before homework even if im about to miss a deadline tbh
"I’m utterly committed to the idea that capitalism has to be the way we generate mass wealth in the coming century. That argument’s over. But the idea that it’s not going to be married to a social compact, that how you distribute the benefits of capitalism isn’t going to include everyone in the society to a reasonable extent, that’s astonishing to me.
The idea that the market will solve such things as environmental concerns, as our racial divides, as our class distinctions, our problems with educating and incorporating one generation of workers into the economy after the other when that economy is changing; the idea that the market is going to heed all of the human concerns and still maximise profit is juvenile. It’s a juvenile notion and it’s still being argued in my country passionately and we’re going down the tubes. And it terrifies me because I’m astonished at how comfortable we are in absolving ourselves of what is basically a moral choice. Are we all in this together or are we all not?"