What the hell am I doing here? I’m lost. No, really, seriously, lost. Do you see all of those people down there like fucking ants? Fucking ants? Yeah. Fucking ants. I’m a fucking ant. A tiny, minuscule, fucking ant trying… Read More ›
existentialism
In the Waiting Room
“In the Waiting Room” is a poem written by a girl reflecting on a past experience of waiting in the reception room of a dentist’s office, looking at a 1918 issue of National Geographic (noted for its articles on anthropology, nature, and… Read More ›
Morning Pages 