Periodically, I go through patches where I try to be more of a reader. One of the last times (jesus, apparently, seven years ago) I picked up a book by an author named Gary Lutz called I Looked Alive and I wasn’t smart enough for it. I’m too literal (and I’m not really in life just with fiction).
“I used to like paying visits to New York City back when it was still a great eccentric and sordid place. Now it feels like the Mall of America with more floors. I got a nice Winesburg, Ohio, vibe while walking through Park Slope a couple of months ago, though.”
Clearly, I still do not understand Gary Lutz.