LIFE IS A VALE OF TEARS, THIS IS THE GREATEST MELODRAMA OF ALL TIME, DON'T @ ME, IT'S JUST BETTE DAVIS DYING NOBLY AND THEN RECKLESSLY AND THEN NOBLY AGAIN FOR TWO SOLID HOURS
Waking from a dream you don’t remember but that nevertheless was powerful enough to leave you with a sense of of having been with people who are somehow both friends and strangers, as well as—you suspect—your ex + complete empty space in the part of your brain where today's day of the week should be + encroaching dread that it might, after all, still be a weekday + rueful…