There are no soulmates, no meant-to-be’s, and certainly no The One. Poetry, astrology, or whatever else you believe in have nothing to do with it.
The office will be there tomorrow and the day after that, but here? Who will make the eggs if you’re not here?
Yuppie Hipster? Basic Bitch? Find out here.
Are you prepared to be disconnected from “news” of the world that constantly refreshes with nothing real to report and from “friends” that share banalities to make you feel less alone? Are you prepared to be alone? Are you prepared for the quiet—the deep quiet—and the tiny new sounds that come with it?
The streets of neighborhoods that held you like arms in the quiet dark have found you again, and they are relentless.
Like most things she has known and loved, your initial brilliance will dull with time and with familiarity.
I am here to provide you with the Official Guide to Ennui you never asked for: what it is, how to diagnose it, and what to do if you have it. Fear not, fellow sufferers, my degree in French literature will lead you through these trying times. At least then it will be good for something.
The world was not something you were forced to be in; you wanted to be in it, badly, and wanted it in you. You wanted to put your hands on it and breathe it in. What was that like, again?