A week of Urban Confessions
This week, we’ll spend some time on confessions of urbanity. So if you didn’t make it to church, skipped a meditation session, or rather befriend the abstract concept of the internet as human intimacy, park your words here. I’m reading someone’s memoir, can’t recall I’ve read that genre before, and the New Yorker just covered the whole concept of “memoir writing” and “confession” so the mood strikes me. Don’t be crying your heart out or scribe anything that you should be telling a lawyer. I’m talking about benign indulgences, dislikes, transgressions- things that others might find shocking but for you are normal. Play around with it.
