subject line: next episode.


The sofa in my apartment

My life is a blur of a mediocre job and evenings trying to drown the quiet of living alone, being alone, feeling alone with Netflix. I want to tell myself that it can’t continue like this for forever, that things will change and there are moments of magic in the future, but when you hit your thirties and magic has yet to appear- it’s easier to press “next episode” on the newest show than to dream and have hope.