Ainsi, mon chagrin se renouvelant sans cesse, et me trouvant plus égarée à ses yeux…
—Rimbaud
Two nights ago at the Byline party, I realized that the woman in the ridiculous double mask, with faux, sewn on jewels, was Taylor Lorenz. I genuinely wonder what it's like to become a self-fulfilling meme or a performance artist of a digital self, to become the instantiation of your own Twitter account or your own media presence. I do think these people are basically living in a kind of hell, trapped between an inner-void and a the social expectation of interestingness. I felt the same way about meeting Caroline