Summer has barely begun, and already the days are getting shorter at an alarming rate, with that unmistakable autumn light seeping through. Like Gary Shteyngart wrote in Super Sad True Love Story:
"I hate the Fourth of July. The early middle age of summer. Everything is alive and kicking for now, but the eventual decline into fall has already set itself into motion. Some of the lesser shrubs and bushes, seared by the heat, are starting to resemble a bad peroxide job. The heat reaches a blazing peak, but summer is lying to itself, burning out like some alcoholic genius..."
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