This is my son, and in many ways it's heartbreaking, because I don't know if he'll wind up like Tim Page or like the homeless person Page briefly describes halfway through, obsessively scrawling the genealogy of the Hapsburgs on the walls of the New York subway.
The essay does put Page's recent unpleasantness in a new light, though.
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