STAND BY THE WINDOW: A Ritual of Utter Desperation

Welcome, friend, to this most hallowed of places

For in this sacred space, you are free to do as you wish... as long as your wish is to stare at the wall

For hours. And hours.

We have comfortable chairs, a well-stocked vending machine, and a strict policy of not judging your existential crisis

So, go ahead. Stand by the window. And weep for humanity.

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Hold my dog while I'm at it