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The American Room: “But for most of us life happens against a backdrop of intersecting off-white walls. Those are our homes, plain and a little grim. Our fantasy homes are busy with bright things yet old. Our pins and dreams are not beige. When we sleep we leave the computer behind and step out onto the widow’s walk, to wait for our sailors to come home from the sea.”
“I used to be a covered woman. I know what it’s like to be invisible.”
We are Sansa: “A Song of Ice and Fire is, in part, a series of books devoted to examining what happens when systems break down. Arya, who was never comfortable with the Westeros status quo to begin with, is slightly better set up to deal with immediate consequences of Ned’s execution and everything that follows. Sansa, on the other hand, becomes a prisoner of the chaos that develops around her. She has no coping mechanisms and no fallback position because she’s been raised to trust the system that is failing her.”
“If you’ve spent most of your life cruising ahead on natural ability, doing what came easily and quickly, every word you write becomes a test of just how much ability you have, every article a referendum on how good a writer you are.”
First night in Kyiv: “This was the third country in which I’d cried in a shower and checked my body for bruises as a by-product of trying to become a journalist.”
He’s still alive: Jenn Frank’s Game Journalism Prize-winning essay on That Dragon, Cancer.
Fish plays Pokemon, presumably in an attempt to update the infinite monkey theorem.
Tumblr of the week: Manfeels Park, with apologies to Jane Austen and the BBC.
Poem of the week: Twickenham Garden, by John Donne.
Game of the week: One Chance.