My second dose and existentialism.
I think about the meaning of life regularly. The “why” of existence – my own and in general terms – has always been a puzzle. Why people? Why life? Why headcheese? The largeness of the questions provokes my retreat, often in unhealthy ways. It gets scary out in the dark reaches. I avoided dealing with the existential conundrums for years with my eating disorder: I … Continue reading My second dose and existentialism.
