"War veterans experience something called hypervigilance, a mental state of continual alertness for danger. I have a minor version of this, a writer’s version. For me, danger lies in the sound of a footstep, a spoken word. Anyone could destroy the fragile construction I have to make each day." Roxana Robinson writes for VQR about the writer's need for solitude. For more from Robinson, be sure to check out her essay for The Millions on Edith Wharton.
"excited to get over you by being obsessed with somebody who doesn't want me." Poetic Twitter accounts are all the rage. Over at The New Yorker, Haley Mlotek takes an in-depth look at one account in particular that is toeing the line between dark humor and debilitating sadness, @SoSadToday.
"It was just one small sign in a bustling city. But it was a sign, nevertheless, that Florence has not forgotten the Brownings after all." In the New York Times, novelist Ann Mah explored Florence looking for signs of the literary couple who called it home for many years: Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning. From our archives: a more sober look at the famed city.