I’m constantly in doubt about what I’m doing, I’m constantly tortured, and that’s why I say happiness is irrelevant. Happiness is for children and yuppies. I’m not striving for happiness, I’m trying to get some work done.
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I’m constantly in doubt about what I’m doing, I’m constantly tortured, and that’s why I say happiness is irrelevant. Happiness is for children and yuppies. I’m not striving for happiness, I’m trying to get some work done.
“All the glasses break, one by one. The delicate champagne, short-stemmed and shallow bowled, glowing pink even on their own. The same expensive cheese from up the street, unwrapped onto half-washed, wooden boards. Plates of olives, and bowls of bread. Three bedroom doors hung open. Myriad ashtrays or objects ashed in. And the tree in the garden below that swung in full bloom at the height of spring, uncrushable, filling the windows, reminding me of itself as I lay on any of the couches. Catalogue of what.”
Alyssa Morhardt-Goldstein | Nympholepsy