Or, how the start of one column led to a rabbit hole of existential melancholy
Once again, Jason, a powerful and well-written plea. Though I wonder: when you get this angry or sad or frustrated or depressed, does revolution ever appeal to you? Obviously that's a complicated question, with all sorts of moral or ideological aspects to it, but just as a simple yes or no: do you ever feel like it all needs to be burned down so whomever is left can start over? Or are you just not wired that way?