Existential Interlude
Reflections on a time out of joint
I’m guessing this is gonna ring a bell.
You gather with friends for drinks, dinner, brunch, movie night. Within the first 10 minutes, the conversation defaults to something like this:
“I just can’t seem to concentrate on anything, these days.”
“Me too! I struggle to read a book because my mind wanders after a few pages.”
“I fe…
