Today I read This Will Go Down on Your Permanent Record by Susannah Felts, and it was a perfect story about a girl's life over the course of a summer and then fall, and it captured exactly that sense of coming into your own as a person and that dizzy thing when you're a teenager, those close, too-close enraptured friendships that start with suspicious envy and progress through borderless adulation, and then you drift apart, on bad terms or none at all. And sitting in the park doing nothing really. The only thing about the book that felt out of step with my personal experience was that it more accurately described my life when I was twelve. I was about five years ahead of the heroine. I've been thinking a lot about summer, and friends, and cities, and doing nothing really, and where I'd like to do that, long-term. For now I think I'll stick around New York. I can't shake it, there's something in the air around here lately, bright as the glow of a firefly in your hands on a hot night; that unshakeable sense that maybe there's a few adventures left in this town for me yet. We'll see about that.
Photo: William Eggleston, who's moved on to Paris from Memphis.