Hiding In My Room Vs. Going Out
I have been living in Montreal since 2009. It doesn’t feel like this city is going to run out of parties any time soon, so it’s weird to think things like, ‘What do I want to do tonight, go out or hide in my room,’ with both answers equally valid. I feel like this chart wants me to find things to go to and then consciously choose to ditch them to stay in and work on stuff, or party alone, or hide in my room with fifty people binge-eating drugs and then later dropping their phones in the toilet by accident.
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Underwear Man stood in the front yard of my friend Dean’s house everyday at 1:45 in the morning for six weeks.
It started with a right swipe, a little green heart. Tinder of course.
Though I acknowledge and appreciate the differences in human experiences, and while your heartbreak is (and always will be) uniquely and completely your own, I must urge you to consider that I have been where you are.
With his hat cocked back, body tilted away from his cane, and right forefinger pointing directly at his audience, Joseph Ducreux commands the attention of those viewing his self-portrait.