I think maybe I'm totally broken or something. I just climbed this BIG mountain—you know, one of those famous ones with the pointy peaks, saw the sunrise over ALL the clouds, like a painting honestly—and I felt… nothing. Like, absolutely nothing. Everyone else was gasping and taking pictures and I was just thinking, “well, that’s done.” I don't know if this counts, but I’ve spent my whole life chasing these big 'moments' I thought would make me feel something, like getting my art shown, or even just paying all my bills on time, and it never does. Maybe I’m just too old for fireworks, literally and figuratively.