holy shit, it’s Ready Player One for race scientists
He was giving knight errant, organ-meat eater, Byronic hero, Haplogroup Rlb. She was giving damsel in distress, pill-popper pixie dream girl, Haplogroup K. He was in his fall of Rome era. She was serving sixth and final mass extinction event realness. His face was a marble statue. Her face was an anime waifu. They scrolled into each other. If they could have, they would have blushed, pink pixels on a screen. Monkey covering eyes emoji. Anime nosebleed GIF. Henlo frend. hiii.
Here’s The Cut puff piece on Levy which just mentions in passing her podcast with Curtis Yarvin.
anyway, nice to know they’re still trying to make Dimes Square a thing
Can we take a detour to mock Dwight Garner as well?
> What pushes Levy’s stories beyond being merely on the level of smart magazine essays is the empathy you can sense below the starkness of her sentences. A typical observation: “When I’m at a party and I look across the room I can see everyone holding their red Solo cups and hurting.”
So the kind of faux deep lyrics & poetry we all wrote in our spiral notebooks at 14 is unusual empathy in stark sentences.
“When I am at a party, I feel like nobody understands me,” said the voice of a generation.
2014 sent a Vine; they want their joke back.
“Marvy. Fab. Far out,” deadpanned Calvin’s father.
I’m imagining a Dorothy Parker review of Honor Levy. “It took gumption to call this My First Book, in the face of the inevitable riposte, ‘And it should be your last.’”
— from “Diary of a Dimes Square Lady (during Days of Panic, Frenzy and World Change)”
@blakestacey “divine dubstep remixers” LOL.
I am intrigued by your ripostes and wish to offer you a book deal.
Book carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen it’s true face.
btw, this needs to be posted to AO3 with tags “Dimes Square” “Honor Levy” “Peter Thiel” “Urbit”