“My tastes, like my bones, fossilized decades ago. Reach a certain age and you are obliged to become an anthropologist. It’s the only way to ignore that the rest of the world regards you as an artifact, that your culture has faded beyond the horizon, leaving you adrift on your tiny, solitary life raft.”

“My tastes, like my bones, fossilized decades ago. Reach a certain age and you are obliged to become an anthropologist. It’s the only way to ignore that the rest of the world regards you as an artifact, that your culture has faded beyond the horizon, leaving you adrift on your tiny, solitary life raft.”

— Julia Glass