The unenchanted world
Fear and loathing in the hall of mirrors
When I’m not writing…I’m not thinking. And if I’m not thinking, it’s largely because I’m not reading. If I’m not reading, or thinking, or writing…I’m just reacting. Which feels terrible, depressing, meaningless. Which means more reacting…to the horrendous feeling of meaningless-ness, which just means chasing after the counterfeit coins that buy you a fe…