A eulogy to time wasted in wonder.

Oddly enough, this song goes out to Ben Benzing & the insight he was brave enough to share with me four years ago. It’s more true now than ever, old friend.

“As a rule, I am allergic to the adjective “best,” which asserts only the inferiority of all other things—not a useful or appealing function, for those of us who are promiscuous thing-lovers.”

In her altogether excellent meditation on Middlemarch, New York magazine’s Kathryn Schulz offers this characteristically brilliant one-liner on why “best” is the worst qualifier of all – a reminder particularly timely in the age of the linkbait listicle that tends to take the form of “The X Best Y.” (via explore-blog)

Same goes for “right.” There are a multiplicity of goods.