The sick “up all night” feeling never gets talked about in my line of work, because it doesn’t hold any anecdotes. You’re there alone, knowing that the progress of the session is hinging on your ability to raise the work to the next level of stability. Like being a dressmaker with the most beautiful design, realizing that he is just a bit short of

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Welcome to 'What's the point?' syndrome: a collective exhaustion, a cross-generational yawning nihilism in the face of what feels like an insurmountable barrage of bad news. 

And I was so tired and drained my last year of college that I think if some perfect stranger had come up to me on the campus and said, “You must be very, very tired,” I would have burst into tears and married him. And right away I would have felt less tired, because my main problem was that I had no idea what I was going to do with the rest of my l... See more

Isolement Où est-ce que je suis ? Qui êtes-vous ? Qu'est-ce que je fais ici ? Emmenez-moi partout, Partout mais pas ici, Faites-moi oublier Tout ce que j'ai été Inventez mon passé, Donnez sens à la nuit. Inventez le soleil Et l'aurore apaisée Non je n'ai pas sommeil, Je vais vous embrasser Êtes-vous mon amie ? Répondez, répondez. Où est-ce que je s

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