Status Updates From Intemperance

WAS

“The sari still smells of silk cocoons and shop incense.”

Let’s get this swayamvar on the road 🥱

“…but I know my hunger for another human form in close proximity to my own is generally and achingly called for. A conversation that disorients me orients me. I want more of that thing. I want to be teased and I want to be touched. I want a swan or to be someone's swan. I want to know and be known by a someone who sits beside me on a bus.”

“My wit and charm, however, will only dim on my deathbed.”

“The conversation then got too complicated for me to follow in French, which was just as well, since I didn't want to feel compelled to weigh in about American academia, didn't want to think about work or America at all.”

“It's not as if the company of any man has come anywhere near the soul either. The dog made it farther than any of them.”