… the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
All morning my mom has been lamenting over Mitt Romney losing the election. I’m seriously trying my best to keep myself from laughing. However, I do feel a certain guilt about our undisclosed indifference.
A bipartisanship needs to be found in this household.