Keep It Small Baby
During the loneliest stretches of pandemic isolation, when I spent ages eternal locked in my studio apartment eating canned chili and descending into my most feral state, I missed a lot of things. Thrift stores. Dinner parties. Riding the el. But the thing I missed with the most startling acuity, as if a vital organ had been ripped from my body: small talk. I’m talkin’ tiny talk. Miniscule dialogues with Uber drivers or baristas or nail techs....