Why Unbearable Heat Makes Me Feel Alive
The weather was beautiful yesterday in New York, where I live: warm but not hot, full sun, with a steady but gentle breeze coming off the water. It was what many people would describe as the ideal summer day.
These people are wrong.
Temperate weather is for the meek and small-minded. Instead, give me heat: oppressive, sticky, glorious heat. Heat you can’t ignore. Heat that laughs at bourgeois gestures like sipping lemonade or paper fanning yourself. Heat that makes you feel present and