Comprised of 250 handpicked meditations from a Facebook page that has garnered past attention from The New Yorker, Note Book by Jeff Nunokawa is a new kind of literary work for the age of social media. The New Yorker called the notes “evidence of Nunokawa’s dawning sense of the importance of being earnest,” while Jeff himself says he wants his meditations to “note truth, but encourage”. On a day that might call for both, Jeff turns his attention on Facebook to the aftermath of tax day:
4484. Day After Taxes
Unbalanced in the painful sum of things (Merrill, “For Proust”)
You wake up feeling that you still owe something, but you’re not really sure what, or to whom. And you’re worried that you don’t have what it takes to pay off your debt all at once. Maybe you can pay it in monthly installments, but how can you even do that if you don’t know what you owe or to whom? Is it the Internal Revenue Service that’s still after you, or the Eternal One? (Maybe they’ve finally merged.)
I hope my father did my taxes, a young friend said the other night. I used to hope that, too.
Someone should look for an agent. Maybe that agent is you.
Note: Your suit is granted (Herbert, “Redemption”)