I candy

The narcissistic response to one's own appearance.

Addicted to her beauty, she was either taking selfies or looking for any reflecting surface, needing the I candy.

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where your sanity is

Hard to find, when the world seems to have lost its way.

All day she had been battered by fearsome news, exhausted by screen time, assaulted by warnings. Getting into bed - where she had worked since morning - she asked herself, "It's ten o'clock, do you know where your sanity is?" And her answer was, "Not really, no."

omniincidence

All things happening at the same time.

An opening and broadening of the concept of coincidence.

It had seemed a coincidence to board the plane and to find, through conversation, that he was seated beside the brother of the musician he was traveling to L.A. to record with. Years later, as the three of them finished their run at the Beacon, they laughed, agreeing that the concerts, the flight, the albums and everything in between were one, an omniincidence, events without sequence.

roc

rate of change. The speed at which change occurs.

Reeling from the unprecedented roc. And you?

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Hey Nineteen

Foretelling COVID-19 and its social distancing, forty years early. Precognitive lyrics from Steely Dan's 1980 hit.

Hey Nineteen
No, we can't dance together
No, we can't talk at all

pins and noodles

A state of being highly agitated, yet feeling limp and boneless, anticipating a momentous event.

Sitting in the front row at the Oscars, watching as the envelope was slowly opened, waiting to hear her name called for Best Actress, she was on pins and noodles, wondering if she'd be able to walk to the stage or whether her legs would turn to spaghetti.

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Fomosexuality

A state of arousal, desire and dread, brought on by the certainty that everyone else is enjoying more exciting, more frequent and more imaginative sex than you are.

One look from the Air France flight attendant and Albert's fomosexuality zoomed into high gear, such was the look in her eyes, the slightly disordered hair, her swollen lips, and the hushed thickness of her voice - he knew - knew! - that she had enjoyed a wildly sleepless night, had rolled out of bed just in time to make her flight, that the two men and one woman who had shared her bed were all sleeping in a state of satiation as thick and fragrant as the Cappuccino she was extending to his trembling hand as he muttered his barely-coherent 'Merci Giselle, ah, merci'.

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