sarah

A common book that the young people like to read on the subway in New York is Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I often find this puzzling, because Nabokov is already so dense and challenging to navigate that I don't understand how anyone is making heads or tails of it while being jostled left and right, back-to-front, poked from the sides, and repeatedly fallen on by that girl who won't just hold the fucking railing.

Tonight I went to probably my favorite yoga class so far in New York. It was really soothing and I loved the teacher. I always worry that when a yoga teacher touches my face, she'll smear my eyebrows off.