we live in a house made of each other - by nikhil - Splash

Some time in November or December, before or after seeing the works of Gustav Klimt at the Belvedere Museum in Vienna with my family, I went on a small digital shopping spree. Inspired by the city that seemed to ooze culture, I decided to visit The Paris Review’s online store, where I bought not only a two-year subscription to the esteemed literary magazine but also a hat and a mockneck emblazoned with the logotype. I conjured visions of myself wearing the matching set to literary events, minting me as a member of the literati and setting me up to receive moos and murmurs of approval from my newfound peers. At these sorts of events (and generally), I found it hard to feel like I belonged and struggled to start conversations, but the branded fabric would save me. When I returned to San Francisco, I wore the hat out and found myself sitting on a bench in Alamo Square Park, holding a record that I’d bought at the local store. And as if I’d summoned him, an older man walking a Chihuahua st

Some time in November or December, before or after seeing the works of Gustav Klimt at the Belvedere Museum in Vienna with my family, I went on a small digital shopping spree. Inspired by the city that seemed to ooze culture, I decided to visit The Paris Review’s online store, where I bought not only a two-year subscription to the esteemed literary magazine but also a hat and a mockneck emblazoned with the logotype. I conjured visions of myself wearing the matching set to literary events, minting me as a member of the literati and setting me up to receive moos and murmurs of approval from my n