We were merely observers, getting totally absorbed in some exciting movie, our palms all sweaty, only to find that, after the houselights came on and we exited the theater, the thrilling afterglow that coursed through us ultimately meant nothing whatsoever.

“[...] he made it a rule never to touch a book by any author who had not been de…”

“A state of chronic powerlessness eats away at a person”

“Senti, i sentimenti non sono gocce di pioggia. Non cadono dal cielo, non sono q…”

“A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of d…”