I took that turn of phrase to mean something akin to the detachment she felt/feels to life. The whole article read to me like an ode to post post modern driftin

I took that turn of phrase to mean something akin to the detachment she felt/feels to life. The whole article read to me like an ode to post post modern drifting in and out of superficial encounters. I ended up reading the whole thing while waiting to see if there was going to be a prod issue tonight. I'm definitely not the New Yorker's target audience.