She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

NOTE TO SELF – BOOMERANG EFFECT

My words, thoughts and deeds have

a boomerang effect.

So be-careful what you send out!

This was all of it, no doubt, the strange passing feeling that had come to me in the boat. Age. Vanity. The impossibility of accepting the new versions of oneself that life kept offering. The impossibility of the old version’s vanishing.

Apparently Brooklyn needn’t always push itself to be something else, something conscious and anxious, something pointed toward Manhattan…. Brooklyn might sometimes also be pleased, as here on Flatbush, to be its grubby, enduring self.

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