Where the furniture is always on fire and the rent is always due.
This is where the existential dread lives, where the self-doubt resides, and the anxiety has a nice apartment with a view.
Why Not the Philosopher-King?Here's where the nostalgia for your old self resides, where the memories of your past mistakes play like a never-ending slideshow.
Looking At Yourself Isn't HelpingThis is where the voices of your past whisper sweet nothings, where the echoes of forgotten conversations still linger.
What Happened to the Burrito?And this is where the future you resides, where the possibilities are endless and the uncertainty is crippling.
The Unknown Unknowns