I hate being called a Millennial. I once told a marketer that the only thing they need to know about my generation is that we refuse to take a bowel movement without a smartphone.
She wasn’t decadent or indulgent. She was good in the most crystalline and pure sense of the phrase. She was like free-basing sunshine.
his…thing…despair, panic, some faceless ghost…is a serial killer. It’s cold and unintelligible to the rest of us, but just because you don’t understand it, it’s no justification that it can’t take you.
I think that each and every one of us is a deranged sociopath.