Thank you. As the shit piles up we do reach "shit fatigue" and topple into absurdity. I can't wait to tackle "Absurdist Existentialism" here. For a preview, read "The Day of the Locust" by Nathanael West. Or "Deliver Us Not Into Penn Station" by Amy Hempel.
Thank you. As the shit piles up we do reach "shit fatigue" and topple into absurdity. I can't wait to tackle "Absurdist Existentialism" here. For a preview, read "The Day of the Locust" by Nathanael West. Or "Deliver Us Not Into Penn Station" by Amy Hempel.
Thank you. As the shit piles up we do reach "shit fatigue" and topple into absurdity. I can't wait to tackle "Absurdist Existentialism" here. For a preview, read "The Day of the Locust" by Nathanael West. Or "Deliver Us Not Into Penn Station" by Amy Hempel.
As someone who ascribes to absurdist existentialism and knows it's weird and dumb, I am extremely looking forward to what is to come...
"Shit fatigue" is the new favorite addition to my vocabulary.
The other day a friend said, "I'm tired of your bullshittery." And I notched that one in my brain for later use.