Carrie Brokeamateurs Official

Carrie ran her thumb along the frayed edge of a postcard that read Coney Island, 1998. The picture side showed a sunburnt Ferris wheel and a couple kissing in a frozen, irretrievable instant. She kept it because the handwriting on the back was almost legible: Come join the amateurs. We’ll learn as we go. — M.

It’s a specific kind of New York poverty. We’re rich in experience but bankrupt in wonder. We’re so terrified of looking like a novice that we stop starting. We stay in the relationships we’ve mastered, the jobs we can do in our sleep, and the zip codes that feel safe. We’ve professionalized our lives to the point of boredom. carrie brokeamateurs