"I always wonder, what do other people do with their lives? Does their existence too seem to drag on like mine? Do they too need to hold their sanity like a glass box held tight to their chests, protecting it from the knocks of the world? What do they do, where do they hide when nothing makes sense? Or is it just me?"
"No. It’s not just you."
"So we all go about our lives hiding our cracks with peeling plaster, turning our heads from the dark in the hope that by doing so it will cease to exist? Is our universal brokenness an ineffable secret?"”