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Have you left society yet, /lit/?

>> No.20646135

>>20646134
What's that about

>> No.20646643

Buy an ad like everyone else, Tao.

>> No.20646690

>>20646135
It's about Leafs i.e. Leaves i.e. Canadians. Lin fucking hates them.

>> No.20646709

>>20646134
People seem to hate this guy here, but his writing can be pretty fun
>It began raining a little from a hazy, cloudless-seeming sky as Paul, 26, and Michelle, 21, walked toward Chelsea to attend a magazine-release party in an art gallery. Paul had resigned to not speaking and was beginning to feel more like he was “moving through the universe” than “walking on a sidewalk.” He stared ahead with a mask-like expression, weakly trying to remember where he was one year ago, last November, more for something to do than because he wanted to know, though he was not incurious. Michelle, to his left, drifted in and out of his peripheral vision—far enough away for pedestrians to pass unknowingly between them—like a slow, amorphous flickering. Paul was thinking the word “somewhere,” meditatively as both placeholder and ends, when Michelle asked if he was okay. “Yes,” said Paul automatically. As they entered a building, a few minutes later, he sort of glanced at Michelle and was surprised to see her grinning, then couldn’t stop himself from grinning. Sometimes, during an argument, feeling like he’d been acting in a movie and the scene had ended, Paul would suddenly grin, causing Michelle to grin, and they’d be able to enjoy doing things together again, for one to forty hours, but that hadn’t happened this time, partly because Michelle had grinned first. Paul looked away, slightly confused, and suppressed his grin. “What,” he said in an unintentionally loud monotone, unsure what he felt exactly, and they entered a large, mundane elevator, whose door closed slowly. “What,” said Paul at a normal volume. “Nothing,” said Michelle still grinning a little. “Why are you grinning?” “No reason,” said Michelle. “What caused you to grin?” “Nothing. Just life. The situation.” Entering the party, on the fifth floor, Paul realized he’d said vaguely negative things on the internet, at some point, about a person who was probably in attendance, so walked quickly to Jeremy—an easy-to-talk-to acquaintance—and asked what movies he’d seen recently.

>> No.20647108

>>20646709
IP(26)TA?

>> No.20647174

>>20646709
leave society has such a weird meandering style, I think it probably turns off /lit/ posters who are into the classics. its been a while since i read it but most of the plot is tao's self insert just going to the doctor with his parents. i haven't read his other stuff besides trip, but through trip I think tao lin is probably influenced a lot by gonzo journalism and wanted to fuse that with a regular novel. pretty cool.

>> No.20647217

>>20647174
Does going to the doctor help him leave society?

>> No.20647397

>>20647217
nah, its the mushrooms

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I did but it was cold and dark and boring and filled with insects, so I came back.

>> No.20648001

>>20647898
Also they wouldn't take my money