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My Thesis Was Destroyed in a Fire, Shown by the World’s Top Art Dealer, and All I Got Was This T-Shirtwoad, January 27, 2020, 03:17:13 pm
I used to work at a copy shop on the Upper East Side. It was an hour and a half commute at five in the morning for just above minimum wage. The wealthiest neighborhood I’ve spent a considerable amount of time in, for sure. I once saw an ad for a lost dog that said, “last seen wearing a Burberry coat.”Once, a customer came up to my counter, exuberant: she had just gotten into Pratt Institute, she told me, and wanted to print her acceptance letter.“Oh,” I commented, “I went there.”I do not remember the exact change in her expression, but imagine the sound of lightly crushing a blown egg in your palm, as an emotion.“You mean you took a few classes?”“Oh, no, I got my BFA at Pratt.”She looked absolutely terrified at this point, her voice was beginning to shake, and despite how I should have felt about her fear of becoming me, I felt bad for her.Read more...
