As I reflect on the death of millennial optimism, I can’t stop thinking about F. Scott Fitzgerald’s This Side of Paradise. The first half is called The Romantic Egotist. The second half is called The Education of a Personage — and I think our generation just crossed over.
This one’s about what we’re losing, what’s worth keeping, and a NYC Tuesday morning in September 2001 where I learned how to carry impossible things.
