what do i do with this ailment that courses through my system, this condition called uncertainty? how can i know what to do with the unknown? what does it mean to befriend mystery, to be at ease with anxiousness?
when i am able to escape my mental loops, i realize that short answers are a placebo at best, but is usually snake oil. there is no pill for the unfolding of the universe, no elixir for nature’s chaos. and even if there was, it sure the fuck wouldn’t be on nytimes.com.