2018: The Year We Survived
I want to be awake the first seconds of 2019 alive with the hope that maybe this upcoming year won’t be as fucking awful and infuriating and interminable as this year was.
I want to be awake the first seconds of 2019 alive with the hope that maybe this upcoming year won’t be as fucking awful and infuriating and interminable as this year was.
Our self-concept as individuals and Americans is a kind of rounding up; an agglomeration of knowledge and experience and perspective and, well, laziness. That’s how minds work.