holy shit, it’s Ready Player One for race scientists
He was giving knight errant, organ-meat eater, Byronic hero, Haplogroup Rlb. She was giving damsel in distress, pill-popper pixie dream girl, Haplogroup K. He was in his fall of Rome era. She was serving sixth and final mass extinction event realness. His face was a marble statue. Her face was an anime waifu. They scrolled into each other. If they could have, they would have blushed, pink pixels on a screen. Monkey covering eyes emoji. Anime nosebleed GIF. Henlo frend. hiii.
Here’s The Cut puff piece on Levy which just mentions in passing her podcast with Curtis Yarvin.
anyway, nice to know they’re still trying to make Dimes Square a thing
I have now read a number of her short works, among others a daring piece titled Cancel Me and I can report that it’s, shockingly, vapid baby shit.
See also from The Cut
Wow no way that’s so wacky
now you might think she’s trying for manic nazi dream girl and only appears to be tiresome and vapidly horrible
“His voice is warm and husky, like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel … or something.”
Ceilings being high comes up in several stories. It’s called a literary voice.