Sometimes I think about a passage in the first part of Slaughterhouse-Five, where a middle-aged Kurt Vonnegut describes how he sometimes gets drunk in the evening and stays up late, placing calls to people he hasn’t talked to in years. The vibe is wistful: he has little to say to these onetime friends and acquaintances, but a burning, nostalgic need to reach out and touch them, or at least to feel as if he could.
The Telephone Disease
The Telephone Disease
The Telephone Disease
Sometimes I think about a passage in the first part of Slaughterhouse-Five, where a middle-aged Kurt Vonnegut describes how he sometimes gets drunk in the evening and stays up late, placing calls to people he hasn’t talked to in years. The vibe is wistful: he has little to say to these onetime friends and acquaintances, but a burning, nostalgic need to reach out and touch them, or at least to feel as if he could.