There I was staring deep into the endless abyss of the existential mirror, the kind that doesn’t just bounce back your ragged face but throws your very soul into sharp relief against the vast, indifferent…
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I exist because I think too much
I seem to have an existential crisis every other week. At least I’m not alone. Someone in the Guardian asked, “What is an existential crisis?” One brain box answered: It’s what happens when the foundation…