There was an article in The New Yorker entitled Groupthink that I can’t stop thinking about. In fact if you were to photograph my desk right now, you’d have a funny view of just how much I’ve been chewing on it: the printout’s crumpled pages and underlined passages are now dusted with cookie crumbs and Pollock-like splotches of tea and…
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