I don't know if this counts as a confession but I just ate my takeout on the floor and it was like— QUIET for the first time in forever and I just felt... nothing, you know? Like I *should* be sad or something because I'm alone again and I'm pushing forty and still chasing this art thing that maybe isn't going anywhere and it feels kind of pathetic but I just felt this flat calm and I thought, "This is fine." Anyone else ever just sit in the stillness and it's not good or bad, just... is? I think maybe I'm broken or something.