Trust

by Hernan Diaz

they all had in common: they all believed, without any sort of doubt, that they deserved to be heard, that their words ought to be heard, that the narratives of their faultless lives must be heard.

Once, when I was working at the bakery, I overheard a humorously resigned conversation between two customers. “There is a better world,” a man said. “But it’s more expensive.”