When I did get a job, even though I was only a temporary hire at first, I came to identify almost entirely with the paper. If you haven’t guessed, you have to be kind of a fucked up person to work at a paper like this and I wanted to entirely dissolve myself into the life of the city. So much of our malaise comes from excessive interiority, and the more I delved into the lives of others, the less I was stuck in the stupid conversations going on in my own head. There were, I learned, an infinite number of people more interesting than me. And during my time at City Paper, I realized, I could find an excuse to try to meet them all.