I look in on them occasionally, and see them, almost like ageless Sims characters from the life-simulation computer game: staring at goldfish, sewing buttons on clothes and walking hand in hand through the tree-lined streets of New York.īy some remarkable coincidence, Simon and I finally meet on Father's Day. He and his daughter have slowly taken on a second life in my mind.
Firstly, I am amazed that he remembers that my husband and I live in LA from a long-defunct facebook message, (he has since become so successful that he now has a "page") and secondly I am extremely nervous to meet him in person. Young and beautiful people need compassion as much as everyone else, maybe more, because no one else thinks they need it.Īlmost halfway through June, I receive a tweet from Simon - 140 characters or less, inviting me to a reading of his at the Soho House in LA. And my immediate thought was, 'I can never send this message.' But then I thought to myself that I was being ridiculous.
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