Yesterday I went to Tate Modern and walked inside
a giant box. Inside it was EXISTENTIAL ANGST. (Miroslaw Balka's How It Is really merits its own post, but I'm feeling very lazy right now.)
I'm also reading Anne Lamott's
Bird by Bird, and the following quote managed to cheer me up in a horrible sort of way:
...I tell my students that the odds of
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