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Euphoria's epiphany, an accidental admission, a new bar newsletter

At Sisters in Brooklyn last weekend, a therapist friend said that this time of year tends to bring up a lot of “stuff” for people, maybe because we can no longer blame the weather for our problems. There’s an expectation that certain weights will be lifted when the sun comes out, and when they’re not, only an inner darkness remains?

At the Ear Inn this week, I met someone who said his girlfriend did cultural criticism on YouTube. His confident demeanor tipped me off, and sure enough, when I looked her up the next day, her subscriber count read 511k. Every day, some new layer of content presents itself as too close for comfort—I’m not supposed to know these people, even if they apparently speak for the everyperson.

Earlier, I’d watched a Clavicular clip someone sent me because during this stream, he visits a familiar nightclub and meets up with a writer/editor I know, who inadvertently announces, into his lapel mic, that she has put in her 2 weeks notice.