“You have to be comfortable in your own skin because you are the room’s tuning fork,” said Mr. Coffey.
“Everyone is looking to you for your cues. There’s plenty of time for Xanax and tequila at the end of the night, after everyone goes home.”
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
“You have to be comfortable in your own skin because you are the room’s tuning fork,” said Mr. Coffey.
“Everyone is looking to you for your cues. There’s plenty of time for Xanax and tequila at the end of the night, after everyone goes home.”
Why is that for me???Just to emphasis the utter inadequacies of the woman who serves that role at the restaurant I work at???In that case- how appropriate.
I thought you might find it relevant, in what capacity I do not presume to know.;)
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