Little Deaths, Masks, and the Existential Joke (Halloween Party)

I got into bed Saturday night at 3 am, exhausted from a night of exerting the effort of facial expressions required to match the synthetic enthusiasm of drunk people. The night concluded with an Uber ride that was 1.6x the normal fare because of the increased demand, as all the drunks migrated home, some with… Read More Little Deaths, Masks, and the Existential Joke (Halloween Party)