Simulacra and Stimulation: My Weekend on Tinder
A married man downloads the world’s shallowest dating app.
“I want a fourteen-day week. A thirty-one-day week. A three-hundred-sixty-five-day week. I want every day to be something new.”
“We’d set out to build a fence, and now we were building one, and it felt, for a minute, like we were a force in the universe, willing fences into existence, sinking nails with eight swings.”