Field Note 02
On Discernment and Luxury
The Catcher in the Rye was my favorite book growing up.
Not for the plot, exactly.
For the feeling it left behind.
The recognition.
A way of seeing the world that felt strangely familiar, even before I understood why.
A particular quality of attention — hyperaware, slightly outside the frame — that I had felt but never seen named.
I was often called too sensi…
