Vladimir

by Julia May Jonas

Was depression simply a hanging on to grandeur?

love for long seventies-era films with big character journeys that left them feeling cozily wrung out at the end.

I was reminded of Dante’s Inferno, when Virgil rebukes Dante for watching two souls argue with each other, telling him it is wrong to ogle two beings who are embroiled in their own suffering.

Straightness: the predictable container in which all possible outcomes seemed already etched into stone—happiness, unhappiness, complacency, strife—a life in which we were all operating inside of a story already told, even as we sought to live an authentic existence.