The Wall
Ever since I broke up with my girlfriend, I’ve been familiarizing myself with the Wall. Every evening, I stare at the Wall. The wall is hard and rice white, with a marble like finish. It stares back at me, with a gaze that can only be described as cold and unrelenting. I tell myself that that’s what breakups are. You have to stare at the wall. It’s not the most comfortable thing, but it’s better than the other alternatives. Sub-par dates, Hinge doom scrolling, frivolous (and wrong) connections - all time suckers. ...