But Tiffany, I don’t want to be interesting to other people anymore. Because I’m not interested in them. Unless they buy me really good pastry (I know this because one person did). Or they’ve written a really great book, like Elena Ferrante — and even then, it’s the book I’m interested in. I’ve just been around too long and heard too many people I thought were interesting turn around and start screaming vile insults at me. Shaking the dust off my sandals and moving on.

Still can’t figure out rabbut.com.