Yesterday I sat alone at a French bistro in New York’s West Village and entered a deep and suffocating gloom about how unlikely it now seems to me that I will have a prolonged romantic relationship again. There’s something quite cinematic about hidden sadness in the midst of chic public settings and New York is pretty much built on the grandiose project…
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