I will admit that it is a profoundly James-coded book though

An incredibly rich, interior sort of book. Quiet and somewhat stylish in its prose, but almost vertigo-inducing in the depth of its main characters

I keep hoping that if I think about certain things for long enough, frequently enough, they will lose their meaning like when you repeat a word until it sounds like nothing just sound

Read "Lonely Crowds" or else

What’s up? Kinda forgot about bsky lol

That really is the entire text lol