Role Models May 2026

He poured himself another glass of wine, and then he walked away, leaving me standing by the bar. I watched him go, and I thought about what he had said. I thought about innocence, and about the loss of it, and about the way we spend our lives trying to get it back. I thought about the famous actress, dead of cancer, and about the poet, old and alone, and about Gertrude Stein, sitting in her armchair in Paris, talking about the war. I thought about Hemingway and Fitzgerald, and about the clean white lines and the beautiful sad parties. And then I thought about myself.

I closed my eyes, and I waited for morning. End of text. Role Models

“That was a wonderful story,” I said. He poured himself another glass of wine, and

There was a silence. Then someone laughed, a nervous, polite laugh, and the tension broke. People began to talk among themselves, and the poet turned away from the fireplace and walked toward the bar. I followed him. I thought about the famous actress, dead of