Years ago I moved into a random Brooklyn Craigslist apartment with three strangers. Before I got to know any of them, I could often hear through a paper-thin shared bedroom wall the sound of a spoon scraping a bowl — what I gathered was someone eating ice cream in bed.
Eventually I got to know the person on the other side of the wall. In a city of millions, and through the most fortuitous series of events, she became my best friend — a concert-going, good time having, dance floor dominating, seriously smart, badass lady. Life works in strange ways, and of all the people I’ve crossed paths with — I’m forever grateful this woman is one of them.
Happy birthday to my partner in curls, Mignon! You are the coolest.
Your life is tedious and brief.
Life passes like the shadow.
Make haste, but slowly.
Use the hours, don’t count them.
Even as you watch, I’m fleeing.
Soon comes night.
Sundial mottos, Chapter II of S-Town
We laughed, and we cried, and we learned nothing that would go on a resume.
I think we learned a few things about Donald Trump from this episode…he doesn’t care about policy, he doesn’t care about healthcare, he doesn’t care about keeping any of the promises he made because he said ‘I want health insurance for everybody and I don’t want to cut Medicaid,’ — he didn’t try to do either of those things. He gets bored, he quits easily, he’s not willing to take on his own party, not willing to be bipartisan…basically the only thing he cared about this whole time was winning something.
Pod Save America, “Blitzkrieg of Blame” on Trump’s failed health bill and blaming everyone but himself.
Just to be treated as a human is a pain in the ass. Picture that every day except for when you go to work, you don’t hear your name, you’re a number. That’s the common problem with this whole system is that we’re not looked at as human beings. Since I’ve been in this system, the only time I hear my name is when I see my case manager. Otherwise, I’m a 12-digit number. I’m not a person. I’m an ID. This is why I say it’s like jail, because when you go to jail, you are not a human anymore. It kind of reminds me of Full Metal Jacket: “Name, rank, serial number.” My name? Irrelevant. My rank? It’s still irrelevant. But my serial number, they make sure that they get that.
Abena Walker on being homeless and living in the NYC housing system, from the NY Magazine article Why It’s So Hard to Stop Being Homeless in New York.