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Category: Relaxed

Existentialism, or How to Know You’re Going to Die and be Happy About It

Existentialism has a reputation for being a bit of a downer. It seems a gloomy and depressing philosophy, obsessed with meaninglessness, isolation, and death. Its stark view of life and its fixation on suffering and dread may make excellent fodder for the melodramatic fantasies of romantic teenagers, but to the adult whose life is already full to the brim with drudgery, illness, and stress, existentialism can seem masochistic and perverse. It doesn’t have to be…

The Oberst Affair

Carl Oberst and Marie Carmichael were having an affair. They thought nobody knew, and the feeling of having an illicit secret made their meetings even more exciting as they slid and slithered over each other in the back of a car in a secluded corner of the baseball diamond parking lot. They also sometimes fucked in the disabled bathroom which was on the other side of the power shed and so just hidden enough for…

The Star Wormwood

1_ He could remember the news report from the day before. The anchor man looking deeply, earnestly, gravely, into the camera. Saffron yellow dots on his cornflower-blue neck-tie. It really brought out his eyes, that tie. “Experts recommend,” he said, “that everyone make their way to an underground shelter.” As if they hadn’t stopped building bomb-shelters in the sixties. Some places never even started. “Even the basement of your house,” he said, “will provide some…