THE WIDENING GYRE

nyc diary post pt 2: feat. an enemy of the people

my outfit, complete with deranged look of sleepless misery. I’m just assuming you know the Yeats poem from which I yoinked this title.

I was in the bar for the wireless internet. I’d spent several weeks, in the winter proceeding, feeling tethered to the screens in my life less like a person engaged in tool use and more like a person possessed by a demon,…