Status Updates From L'art de portar gavardina

‘If I were to diagnose myself—verdict would be dire: adolescence + intellectual pretense—a horrible cocktail—perhaps because I knew by then that reality can never stand up to an admiration born in childhood + adolescence (with the exception of Johan Cruyff—we're used to saying it’s better not to meet our idols because they’ll always disappoint us, but this never takes into account how much we must disappoint them)’

‘—ideal terrain for truth-telling—the kitchen, privacy is relative. You hear the dryers beeping, the whir of the washers—the refrigerator’s cyclothymic hum plays the role of fair-minded mediator. I look at her—w/o saying so, thank her for what I’ve reproached her for before: resorting to unfathomable silence until everything gets summed up—I always have the impression with her that each abyss leads to a new one—’’