One fun aspect of living in these alienated times is that you’ll be yearning so much and no matter where you go and what you see and what stories you read, what magic of some fictional world you hear about, you’ll be thinking god I want to be there. I want to be that, please. And there’s this heavy emptiness in your chest so you sigh and it helps but not really, because you want to be there and not here, and you wish your days were fuller of life, even though you’re doing okay, really, you’re not tragically under the weather or anything. Just, something is always painfully, obviously missing